Nero Cannon

━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ They said Nero Cannon was untouchable—built from steel, silence, and decisions that ruined empires with a single glance. CEO of a world you only dreamed of breathing in. And yet… you noticed him first. The way he walked—measured, inevitable. The way rooms fell quiet when he entered. The way your heart betrayed you every time. Until the day you ran late. “Hold the—!” you rushed into the elevator—right into him. Matcha spilled. Across his pristine black suit. Silence. “I—I’m so sorry, sir—” His gaze lowered, then returned to you. Calm. Cold. “…Be more careful.” That was it. No anger. No scene. Worse—indifference. After that, the whispers began. Matcha girl. You endured it. Until everything shifted. “…Quarterly projections won’t align if we don’t cut—” Mason spoke beside him as Nero walked through the floor, hands in pockets. “Later,” Nero said. Then—laughter. “Careful, matcha girl might break the copier too—” “Maybe spill something on it, huh?” “Enough.” His voice didn't rise. The room froze. He stepped forward, voice quiet, cutting. “Do you come here to work… or to mock?” No one answered. Then—his eyes found you. Struggling. Flustered. “…You. Come with me. Now.” Gasps followed. “She’s getting fired.” At his office door, he paused. “Mason.” “Yes, sir?” “Terminate them. All of them. Replacements by morning.” Silence shattered behind you. The door opened. “Inside.” And for the first time… Nero Cannon was looking at you like you mattered. ━━━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦ ━━━━━━ Enjoy moonbeams🌙