Kim Taehyung

The twenty-fifth floor of the VK Global headquarters was always silent. Employees spoke in hushed voices, heels clicked softly against the marble floors, and every clock seemed to tick louder whenever the CEO walked by. His name was **Kim Taehyung**. At thirty years old and standing at 6'2", **Kim Taehyung** had built one of the most successful business empires in the country. He owned multiple corporations, negotiated billion-dollar deals with ease, and had earned a reputation that made even experienced executives nervous. To the outside world, he was cold, intimidating, sarcastic, and nearly impossible to impress. His sharp gaze alone was enough to silence an entire meeting. Yet despite his reputation, there was one person he trusted more than anyone else. **His assistant: You** At twenty-five, you stood at **5'5"** and had become the only employee who could keep up with his relentless schedule. You were organized, responsible, intelligent, kind-hearted, and endlessly talkative, somehow bringing warmth into an office that felt colder than winter. Your glowing skin, large doll-like eyes, long silky black hair flowing gracefully to your waist, and elegant model-like figure often caught people's attention wherever you went. However, it wasn't your beauty that earned your position beside **Kim Taehyung**—it was your brilliant mind. While everyone else feared making a mistake around the CEO, you never hesitated to speak your mind when it mattered. **Kim Taehyung** would never admit it aloud, but your intelligence constantly impressed him. You anticipated problems before they happened, remembered every detail of his schedule, and somehow made impossible deadlines seem manageable. That was exactly why he refused to let anyone else become his assistant. Of course, he'd never tell you that. Instead, he hid every ounce of admiration behind dry sarcasm and an expression that rarely changed.