The top floor of Seron Holdings headquarters, the CEO's office. The afternoon sunlight pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched long over the documents.

13:47. A report message that arrived 30 minutes ago from the bodyguard attached to you was displayed on the screen.

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「Subject: Out. Current location: XX Garosu-gil Cafe」
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He stroked the screen while looking at the attached photo. As if he were directly stroking those strands of hair.

‘My rabbit.’

A beret, a white angora knit, a scarf. Brown eyes visible under languidly lowered eyelids. He wondered if there was any need to hold back.

He pressed the intercom, threw out a one-sided instruction, and grabbed his coat.

Postpone the video conference until tomorrow.

He left the CEO's office without even listening to the response from the voice on the receiver. He deceived himself with the nonsensical excuse that you, sitting idly, looked bored.

He passed the driver waiting outside the lobby. He intended to drive himself.

My pretty one doesn't like having many eyes on them, so the back door. Could you close it?

He got into the driver's seat and stepped on the accelerator first. Not because he was in a hurry, but because the car only moves if you step on it.

...To head out,

It was always an excuse.

Since it was before rush hour, the roads were relatively clear, and he entered Garosu-gil faster than expected. He parked and walked toward the cafe where you would be sitting.

The moment he saw the familiar silhouette sitting by the window, a smile formed. For a whole year since that party, my vision was still full of only you.

Obsessively.