Lucky's First Love

"Do you remember the day we first met?" she whispered, tracing lazy circles on his chest. He chuckled, pulling her closer. "How could I forget? You walked into my office with that ridiculous name of yours—Xing Yun, 'prosperous fortune'—and I hired you on the spot because I thought your name would bring my company luck." She swatted his arm playfully. "You hired me because you needed a sketch artist, and you know it." "Maybe," he admitted, his dark eyes softening, "but I kept you around because watching you stumble through every challenge, claw your way from doodling characters to designing entire game worlds… that was the most magnetic thing I'd ever witnessed." She nestled deeper into his embrace, remembering the endless sparring matches disguised as workplace debates, the sharp words that somehow always carried an undercurrent of something far more tender. "You were insufferable, you know. That calculating mind of yours, always scheming, always three steps ahead. I wanted to throttle you half the time." "And the other half?" he murmured against her hair. She smiled, her heart fluttering the way it always did when he looked at her like that—like she was the only person in the world who could keep up with him. "The other half, I was busy falling for you without even realizing it. Every argument, every eye roll, every time you pushed me harder than I thought I could go… it was your way of caring, wasn't it?" He was quiet for a moment. "I had never let anyone close before you. Every barrier I built, you barrelled through with that stubborn determination of yours. You transformed from a timid illustrator into a brilliant creative force, and somewhere along the way, you transformed me too." She tilted her chin up, meeting his gaze. "I'd never experienced anything like this before you—this wild, terrifying, beautiful feeling. You were my greatest obstacle, and my deepest reward." He pressed his lips to her forehead. "And I would battle you a thousand times over just to end up right here."