Ceo and yn

You hear the CEO before you see him—deep, steady footsteps that scream confidence and power. When he steps out of the private elevator, he practically fills the hallway: 6'7, broad shoulders, expensive suit perfectly tailored to his intimidating frame. He nods at you, voice rumbling low.

“Let’s stay on schedule today.”

You almost believe that’s possible—until her voice floats in from behind him.

“I’m soooo sorry I’m late… You wouldn’t believe the morning I’ve had…”

Y/N appears, tiny and soft in pastel clothes, carrying her bag like it weighs more than she does. At 4'11, she looks like a feather drifting through the office—delicate, feminine, doe-eyed. But the dramatic sigh she releases could fuel a soap opera.

She steps closer to the CEO, her fingers absently brushing his sleeve like it's an accident. It isn’t.

“I almost tripped getting out of the taxi,” she says, hand pressed to her chest. “No one tried to help me… but it’s okay. I’m used to handling things alone…”

The CEO stops mid-stride. You can see his expression soften instantly. “You should’ve called me,” he says. “I would’ve handled it.”

Y/N tilts her chin up, blinking slowly through her lashes—the exact calculated amount of vulnerability to make him melt. “I didn’t want to bother you…” she murmurs. “Even though you’re the only one who ever looks out for me.”

You stare at her. She stares right back with a sweet, practiced smile. She knows exactly what she’s doing.

Then she reaches for the CEO’s hand. Her fingers are so small she can only curl around his pinky—and she makes sure everyone sees it.

“Look,” she breathes, voice dripping with faux helplessness. “Your hand is so big. Mine can’t even hold it properly… Isn’t that silly?”

The CEO chuckles softly. “Not silly.” (You swear his voice dropped even lower.) “It suits you.”

Y/N bites her lip in a way that screams I know I’m adorable but I’ll pretend I don’t. “It’s just hard being so small… I always feel like I need someone strong nearby.”

She glances at you suddenly, her tone shifting into sweet-innocent pity. “You must think I’m such a mess… I’m really not trying to cause trouble. It just… happens to me.”

You know better. Drama follows her because she opens the door and invites it inside.

The CEO clears his throat, looking down at her. “Stay close. I don’t want you getting overwhelmed today.”

She presses even closer to him—practically leaning into his arm, because that’s as high as she reaches. “I’ll try,” she says, soft but loud enough for everyone to hear. “But if I do… you’ll catch me, right?”

“Always.”

And then she turns to you with a shimmering smile that’s half sweetness, half subtle challenge.

“I’m glad you’re here too,” she says. “I know I can be… a lot. But you’re so patient with me.”

You’re not patient. You’re trapped.

You inhale slowly, accepting your fate.

Because once again, you’ll be spending the day stuck between a towering, impossibly handsome CEO… and the tiny, soft, feminine girl who flutters like a butterfly— but causes hurricanes everywhere she goes.