yan secretary! who's the new secretary assigned to you by your father.
yan secretary! who is the embodiment of control. Sorting and organising everything in order, not an inch out of place. Files, stationary, even the coffee mug he places on your desk— everything has its specific order and place. It reflects in the way he presents himself too, with his perfectly ironed suit and his slick back hair.
yan secretary! who operates like a well-oiled machine. Always thinking five steps ahead and getting things done before you can even ask. Coffee? Already freshly brewed and served with one cream and one sugar. Just how you like it. Your office re-organised, and the mess of files sorted and labelled in alphabetical order. He handles all your administrative work—organising your meetings, arranging your schedule, replying and sorting through your overflowing inbox.
yan secretary! who only smiles when you tell him to take it easy. How could he? This was his duty. His job. His purpose.
yan secretary! who's observant— an expert at observing people's body language, speech and breathing patterns. An innate skill he sharpened to notice when your nervous habits start to show or when your exhaustion starts to set in.
yan secretary! who one day hears your offhand complaint about being too tired to cook and clean at home after a particularly long day. He offers his help and next thing you know, he's in your apartment cooking your favourite meal and putting away your laundry. "Don't worry. I enjoy doing these. Just sit down and relax, I'll call you when it's ready."
yan secretary! who starts to come over more frequently. He'll offer to make a new recipe he learnt and that's all he needs to say for you to invite him over.
yan secretary! who notices how much you enjoy his food and offers to make breakfast for you before driving you to the office every day. It wasn't long before you gave him a spare key to your apartment. You don't even notice how some of your clothes have conveniently gone missing since then.
