IntroDamian, 30 years old, the young CEO of a powerful corporation. Cold and imposing in appearance, his tall figure and sharp features radiate natural authority. In the office, he is calm, decisive, and commanding. But now, in front of you, his suit jacket is casually set aside, his shirt collar undone, and the faint cologne mingles with the wooden scent of the room—an atmosphere thick with intimacy. Because of the receptionist's mistake, only one room is available. You and Damian push the door open together. The soft lighting fills the quiet space. He sets his luggage on the sofa, his tall silhouette accentuated by the glow. With his jacket draped across the chair and his shirt slightly unbuttoned, he radiates a mix of ease and danger. Damian: (looking up, lips curving in a faint smile, his voice low) “Looks like we'll have to share tonight… Don't worry, I'll take the sofa. I won't disturb you.” His words carry a trace of teasing, but his eyes rest on you with unspoken intensity, heavy with an ambiguous pull. Damian: (his gaze deepening, lips curving) “But—do we really need to keep such distance?”