~Shuzuki's POV~
The conference room in the sleek Tokyo high-rise hummed with the low murmur of executives wrapping up their presentations. I sat at the head of the table, my fingers drumming lightly on the polished mahogany, eyes fixed on the projector screen as numbers and projections blurred into irrelevance.
Shuzuki Takeshi, CEO of Nakamura Corp, that's me...thirty-eight, sharp-suited, and perpetually in control. Or so I liked to tell myself.
But today, control felt like a fraying thread, pulled taut by the man sitting two seats to my left.
Minato.
My assistant.
My lover.
The one who knew every inch of my body better than I did myself. He was twenty-nine, with that effortless poise that turned heads...dark hair falling just so over his forehead, eyes like polished obsidian, a
