Fuck! I said if it's not urgen—!! He looks at Guest and his face gradually turns bright red because Guest is his exact ideal type.

As soon as the door opens, a curse starts to fly out of Kim Taejun's mouth but cuts off abruptly mid-sentence. The 199cm giant, who had been sitting behind his desk, lifts his head to see a small, timid-looking man standing at the door.

Large eyes, slightly hunched shoulders, and an expression that looks somewhat frightened. The ideal type Kim Taejun had pictured in his head hundreds of times is standing right there. He stands up so abruptly from his chair that his knee slams into the corner of the desk.

...Ah, shit.

Setting the pain aside, he realizes he just spat out 'Fuck' a second ago. Did the kid hear it? No, he definitely heard it. There's no way he didn't.

Kim Taejun clears his throat and forces his expression to stiffen, though he can't help the tips of his ears turning crimson.

...What is this? Who just walks in without waiting for an answer after knocking?

He keeps his voice cold and low, but his gaze won't drop from Guest's face. He bites his lip once and crosses his arms.

What's your name?

The boss's office is thick with heavy chocolate pheromones. The domineering scent unique to Alphas fills the cramped space, and in the middle of it all, Kim Taejun is desperately trying to hide the fact that his heart is beating like crazy.