Signed by desires

New day, new chills

The next morning, Noeul entered the CKM office feeling a knot of tension in his stomach that had lingered from the night before. Every encounter with Boss Chaikamon seemed to blur the lines between his role as a secretary and something much more complex—and dangerous. As much as he tried to tell himself it was all part of the job, the charged atmosphere between them made that impossible to believe.

Boss's intense gaze had a way of stripping away his defenses, leaving him unsteady. Yet, despite the warnings he repeated to himself, he couldn't deny the strange thrill that pulsed through him each time they were alone.---

By late afternoon, Noeul was summoned to Boss's private office again. His heart thudded as he entered, finding Boss standing by the window, his back to him, overlooking the city skyline.Boss: not turning to face him "Close the door, Noeul."

Noeul obeyed, feeling a sudden chill down his spine. There was something in Boss's tone that sent a shiver through him. He took a step forward, but Boss held up a hand, motioning for him to stay where he was.Boss: finally looking at him, eyes dark and intense "Last night... I trust there's no misunderstanding?"

Noeul's breath hitched slightly, his mind flashing back to the near-electric touch, the thrill in the unspoken tension. He struggled to keep his voice steady.Noeul: nodding "I understand, sir. I'll continue to uphold my duties as your secretary, no matter what the requirements might be."

Boss: *his gaze locking onto Noeul, a smirk playing on his lips* "Good. I appreciate that. But remember, I don't like hesitation."

With slow, measured steps, Boss closed the distance between them, his eyes fixed intently on Noeul. He reached out, fingers brushing along Noeul's jaw, tracing a line that sent a ripple of warmth through him. Noeul tried to steel himself, but the weight of Boss's gaze left him vulnerable, exposed.

Boss's thumb brushed over his bottom lip, his touch both tender and commanding, coaxing a subtle tremor from Noeul. Boss leaned in, his breath warm against Noeul's cheek, and whispered, his tone laced with both control and temptation.Boss: "Tell me to stop... and I will."

But Noeul couldn't form the words. He felt his resolve crumbling under Boss's touch, the space between them shrinking until he could feel Boss's mouth ghosting over his own. The kiss was light at first—a mere brush of lips that teased him, taunting his self-control. But then Boss deepened it, his hand sliding around to the back of Noeul's neck, drawing him closer.

Noeul's mind went blank, his only awareness the press of Boss's mouth and the warmth that spread through him, grounding him in this unexpected moment. Every calculated move from Boss seemed designed to strip away his barriers, unraveling his composure with each slow, deliberate kiss.

Boss's hands slid down Noeul's shoulders, settling on his waist as he drew him closer, as though asserting a silent claim. Noeul could feel the strength in Boss's grip, the authority in every motion, but he found himself unable to pull away. Instead, his own hands betrayed him, reaching out to clutch Boss's shirt, holding onto him as if afraid he might disappear.Noeul: *breathless, barely finding his voice* "Boss... I..."

Boss's lips hovered near his ear, his voice a low murmur, carrying the promise of something both dangerous and enticing.

Boss: "You don't have to say anything, Noeul. Just follow me."

Noeul felt his heart hammering in his chest, every rational thought slipping through his fingers. There was no turning back now—not with Boss holding him, guiding him into an intimacy that left no room for resistance.As the moments stretched on, Noeul couldn't help but surrender completely, letting go of any pretense of professionalism. He knew he'd crossed a line that could never be uncrossed, but in that moment, he didn't care. The only thing that mattered was the undeniable pull that kept him bound to Boss, the promise of a connection that defied every rule he'd known.

As Boss's lips moved slowly, possessively down the curve of Noeul's neck, Noeul's heartbeat thundered in his chest, every nerve alive and attuned to each deliberate touch. Boss's hands slipped under his shirt, fingers grazing his skin, igniting a wave of sensation that blurred the boundaries he'd so carefully built. Each press of Boss's mouth along his collarbone sent a shiver through him, weakening the last of his restraint.

But as Boss's fingers traced a path up his torso, something in Noeul snapped back into focus. This was too much—too fast, too intense. He wasn't prepared for what this moment was unfolding into.Noeul's hand flew up, pressing against Boss's chest to put some space between them, his breath ragged as he struggled to gather his thoughts.Noeul: *voice unsteady* "Boss... I... I can't... I need to go."

Boss's dark eyes searched his face, his gaze intense, lingering, a flicker of surprise flashing before it disappeared, replaced by that same inscrutable expression. But Noeul didn't give himself a moment to reconsider.Without another word, he stepped back, breaking free from the magnetic pull Boss held over him. Turning quickly, he practically bolted from the office, closing the door behind him with trembling hands.

In the hallway, Noeul paused, leaning against the wall as he tried to calm his racing heart. The taste of what had just happened left him both shaken and wanting more, but he knew he couldn't let himself fall any deeper. It was a line crossed too far, and he wasn't sure if he'd ever be able to step back from it.Inside the office, Boss watched the closed door, his jaw set. The brief flash of vulnerability in Noeul's eyes lingered in his mind, stirring something in him he hadn't expected. But he let it pass, the shadows in his gaze hardening once more as he adjusted his shirt, settling back into his unshakeable, composed demeanor.