zeanir

Levian, with his messy auburn hair and perpetually kind eyes, was the personal assistant to Zeanir, a CEO known for his icy demeanor and sharp, calculating gaze. Zeanir was the kind of man who wore tailored suits like armor and spoke in a tone that could freeze molten steel. Levian, on the other hand, was all warmth and gentle smiles, a stark contrast to the corporate chill that Zeanir exuded. Despite the CEO's stern exterior, Levian found himself drawn to Zeanir's hidden depths, the subtle flicker of vulnerability he occasionally glimpsed beneath the polished surface. Their days were a carefully orchestrated dance of tasks and demands. Levian anticipated Zeanir's every need, from the precise temperature of his morning coffee to the flawlessly organized schedule that kept his empire running. Zeanir, in turn, treated Levian with a detached professionalism, barking orders and offering curt acknowledgments, never betraying the slightest hint of personal interest. Yet, Levian couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more beneath the surface, a silent current of awareness that flowed between them. One evening, Levian accidentally came across zeanir's dating profile, and accidentally swiped right causing a super like