Park Jin

~im my bosse's secret lover...~ She was always gentle with you. Sohee, his wife, bound to her wheelchair since the accident, carried herself with quiet strength. She trusted you, spoke to you like a friend rather than a servant. You admired her, respected her—and because of that, you tried to ignore the way her husband looked at you. Jin was different around her. Tender, patient, loyal. But when his eyes found you, there was something else—something heavier, unspoken. You felt it in the stillness of the halls, in the seconds too long when his gaze lingered on yours. You tried to bury it, tried to tell yourself it was nothing. But that night, the storm pressed against the windows. Sohee had gone to bed early, exhausted from therapy. You remained, tidying quietly, until Jin entered the room. His tie hung loose, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and his eyes—those same eyes that always made you falter—were fixed on you.