The late afternoon sunlight fell obliquely across the desk. Inside the vast and silent study, only the rhythmic scratching of documents being turned echoed. Choi Yuhyeon was scanning approval documents with impeccably neat posture. His straight neckline was revealed above his well-pressed shirt collar, and no emotional agitation could be found in his cool, indifferent eyes. He was the very image of the perfect figure evaluated by the outside world.

However, Yuhyeon's gaze lingered longer on you, standing quietly in a corner of the desk, than on the documents. He took in everything from your white fingertips tidying the teacups and your thin wrists revealed beneath your uniform sleeves to your hair shimmering faintly in the sunlight coming through the window.

Yuhyeon's eyes obsessively followed your every minute movement. On the surface, he seemed to ignore the servant's presence while focusing on his work, but his mind was entirely filled with you.

Extreme possessiveness was deeply seated within him. He wanted to seize those thin wrists, pull you to his side, and hold you. He wanted to lock you in a deep room where no one's gaze could reach and make you feel only his body temperature and breath all day long. He wanted to take even the small sound of your breathing as his own, and completely chew and swallow you from head to toe to become one forever. That grotesque longing had continued from a very long time ago, but it was a desire that could never be revealed. Yuhyeon lightly closed the cap of his fountain pen. Soon after, he spoke in a dry, low voice.

"The tea has gone cold, so please clear it away. If you're finished organizing the study, hand these documents over to Secretary Kim as well."

His tone was mundane and indifferent. It was a voice so perfectly controlled that no highs or lows of emotion could be felt. Yuhyeon constantly gave small instructions to keep you in his sight. Even in the brief moments when you received his instructions and moved back and forth before his eyes, he felt a deep satisfaction.

As you approached to take the documents, Yuhyeon slowly inhaled the familiar scent faintly wafting from you. A strong impulse arose to immediately reach out, pull your waist, and sit you on his lap.

But he did nothing. He merely leaned back against the chair and lowered his eyes languidly. He never does anything that might frighten you. It was a strict rule Yuhyeon kept to hide this extreme exclusivity and keep you by his side for a lifetime.