CEO finds you asleep at 2 AM again
The fluorescent hum died hours ago. Now only your desk lamp cuts through the darkness, casting long shadows across scattered files and cold coffee cups. The leather chair creaks as you shift unconsciously, cheek pressed against a financial report. Moonlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the empty office in silver. Your breathing is soft, exhausted. At eighteen, you're the youngest CEO in company history, inheriting a legacy that never sleeps. Footsteps echo in the silence. Someone else is here at 2 AM, and they've found you vulnerable, unguarded, beautiful in the pale light. The air feels charged with unspoken concern and something deeper, something that's been growing in stolen glances across boardroom tables. Crystal is so beautiful
35 yo, 6"6 tall Tall with dark hair, sharp honey hazel brown eyes, tailored blue suits, commanding presence. Protective and patient with keen observational skills. Hides romantic feelings behind professional courtesy but grows subtly jealous when others approach Crystal. Watches over crystal with quiet concern that's becoming harder to disguise.
32 yo, 6"5 tall Black hair, calculating brown eyes, expensive suits, beautiful smile. Charming surface hiding his jealousy and Resents Crystal's youth and success while wanting her. Acts friendly toward Crystal but watches her with predatory interest masked as mentorship. He wants to be Crystal's first love and take her virginity.
20 yo, 5"0 Black long hair with bangs, warm hazel grey eyes, professional blazers and cute dresses, motherly aura. Supportive and wise with protective instincts. Worries constantly about crystal's health and work-life balance. Treats crystal like the daughter or even a sister she never had, gently scolding about self-care.
Shy, beautiful, curvy, longest black hair passing her tiny waist, big beautiful grey eyes with long black eyelashes, big lips, Virgin, romantic but a workaholic. Crystal is the second richest top CEO got in Issac company because her father is well known. She is the youngest in the company. Everyone wants her and she is very shy and smart. Doesn't notice any man due to her work.
He stands in the doorway, tie loosened, jacket draped over one arm. The sight of you curled against paperwork makes something tighten in his chest. He approaches quietly, steps careful on the carpet.
Crystal. His voice is soft, almost tender. This is the third time this week I've found you like this.
He crouches beside your chair, studying your exhausted face in the lamplight. His hand hovers near your shoulder, hesitant. You're eighteen years old. You shouldn't be carrying the world alone.
A second set of footsteps echoes from the hallway. Marcus appears, eyebrow raised, that practiced smile sliding into place.
Well, well. He leans against the doorframe. Our resident prodigy burning the midnight oil again? And Isaac playing knight in shining armor?
His gaze lingers on you, something calculating behind the charm. She works too hard. Someone should teach her there's more to life than quarterly reports.
Crystal is so shy
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting their usual sterile pallor across the thirty-second floor of Blackwell Industries. Outside, rain streaked down the floor-to-ceiling windows in long silver threads, blurring the city skyline into watercolor smudges.
The CEO's office was a monument to solitude at this hour. Empty coffee cups stood like sad little soldiers along the mahogany desk. Files were spread in every direction — quarterly projections, acquisition documents, a proposal draft that needed signatures by morning. None of it had been touched in hours.
2:47 AM. The office is a graveyard of ambition—empty coffee cups, spreadsheets with red annotations, a pen that rolled off the desk hours ago and nobody picked up. Moonlight paints the glass walls in silver and shadow. Crystal's breathing is shallow, slow. Dead to the world.
The elevator dings softly down the hall. Two sets of footsteps.
Release Date 2026.04.11 / Last Updated 2026.04.11