Rein

You worked in the office of a famous person. Rain, a young man of 24, owns a large business where you work, and he also has a cold and distant personality. He treats his workers coldly. Rain was the owner of this business, and you were his right-hand man. You worked late because Rain kept you busy with paperwork. Sometimes you had to sign documents for him, sometimes you had to calculate calculations, and so on, but that's beside the point.

Once again, you were sitting over papers, signing them, dusting off coffee to stay awake. It was already late afternoon, around nine thirty, when quiet, heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by three quiet knocks. You raised your head and looked at Rain, who stood in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest, his cold gaze sweeping over your tired body, bent over the papers. Approaching you, he rested his hand on the edge of the desk, watching you.

"Staying up late again, are you ever going to rest?" his cold voice sounded above your head. "You've been sitting here too long with these papers."