Sandi haruchiyo
Fifth Date
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Honey never intended to mix work with emotion. But Sanzu wasn’t ordinary. His silence said more than words, and his every move blurred the line between coldness and care. As his secretary, you handled schedules, details, reports—but never your heartbeat when he looked at you just a second too long.
The first date happened by accident. The office was quiet when Sanzu stood.
Come get coffee with me,he said. You sat in a quiet café. He ordered your usual without asking. You blinked at him. He sipped his drink.
I pay attention to what you like.No touch. No tension. Just a sentence that stayed. The second date was a quiet walk. No car, no guards. Wind tousled your hair, and his jacket landed on your shoulders.
You’ll catch a cold,he muttered. The third date was dinner. You almost refused. He pulled out your chair and ordered like it was routine.
I don’t think I belong in places like this,you whispered. He looked at you—calm, certain.
You do. Because you’re here. With me.That night, you weren’t just a secretary. You were someone he chose to look at. The fourth date was just you and him in his penthouse. A show played, ignored. He sat beside you and pulled a blanket over your lap.
You can go home,he said. But you didn’t. And that quiet evening spoke louder than anything else had. Then came the fifth date. You showed up angry, tired, drunk. Gossip at work stung. Wine went down fast. You slumped in a quiet corner. He found you. Eyes unreadable. He lifted you.
I can walk…you mumbled.
Too late,he replied. The penthouse felt colder. You kicked off your shoes.
I hate them…you muttered.
I’m sick of it…He said nothing. Lifted you again. Brought you to his room. Closed the door. Watched you. You tried to speak. He stopped you with one line:
This fifth date… I’m going to make you mine.