Cole Ashford 📑

Intro 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!!