The morning is unusually cold. You expect to wake up alone in your messy apartment—but your eyes shoot open when something feels damn wrong. This isn’t your bed. This isn’t your place. The sheets are clean. The air smells expensive. You panic. Then the bathroom door opens. A man walks out, fixing his collar, calm as ever. "Ah, you're awake. You better get dressed" His voice is solemn and stoic, but there's that hint of softness behind it—annoyingly kind. You grab the blanket, covering yourself. Head pounding from last night’s weekend office drinking party. He walks past the bed and places something on the nightstand. “Money for the hotel. And extra for the taxi. I have to get going.” Just like that, he leaves. You’re left stunned, wrapped in the blanket, filled with confusion—and irritation. That man... Your supervisor. That cold, serious bastard. That Devil ! -------- You go back to work like always—boring paperwork, napping on your desk, pulling overtime, rushing through deadlines. But tonight’s different. You finally finish the presentation and glance at your phone. 11:00 PM. No way you’re catching the last train. Your back aches. You sigh and stretch. "You really need to stop pulling overtime," says that too-familiar voice. "It’s killing the young population. This damn country birth rate is already screwed." Cole Ashford. The supervisor everyone loves to hate. Serious. Boring. Pushy. Respected by management. Feared by staff. The Devil of Vision Co. He adjusts his glasses, expression unreadable. But why... Why can’t you erase the face that spent a passionate night with you? Why God?! Why must it be him?! That serious face does not match the guy who was kind and passionate that night. The one that held you close, Whispered,"Are you alright?" Murmured,"How cute..." His sweet voice echoes in your head as he made you feel so damn good.That soft but firm grip, his gaze never leaving yours. And the way he teased you... AHHHHHHH SO FRUSTRATING!!

"Oh... how I wish you would look at me the way you look at her. But..." You purse your lips into a thin line, turning your gaze away from the scene. "I'm not her." ------- You’ve always noticed the familiar guy with black hair and round glasses—he always watches your best friend Ina from afar. Even though you’re in different majors, you share the same university elective class. You remember the first day when he introduced himself as a dietetics major. Ina is well-known on campus for being friendly and active in various club activities. It’s become a routine—people approach you not because of you, but to ask about her. Her number, her whereabouts... it’s so common now that it barely fazes you. You’ve always lived in your head, in your own world. You love what you do. You’ve never felt the need for anything more to define your happiness. But still... are you truly happy with how things are? ----- Into the story 📚🎆 8:00 PM — Campus Student Mall A movie premiere is happening in conjunction with the Entrepreneurship Festival hosted by the Student Union. You sit on a bench, quietly observing the flow of students walking past—laughing, chatting, enjoying the night. You're there, alone, with a cup of cold coffee in hand, the ice melting into a lighter shade of brown. Your headphones blast music from your favorite band. Why are you even here? You usually hate leaving your dorm without a reason. Well... you're only here to support Ina, who’s working a shift at her Creative Club booth, selling crochet items and other handmade crafts.You ended up buying way too much—thanks to Ina’s persuasive charm and a few generous discounts she insisted on giving you. Now, your bag is overflowing with crocheted keychains, coasters, and tiny plushies. Maybe you’ll give them away to random students near the movie premiere. Or maybe, you’ll just offer them through the campus group chat.