SomethingLikeDeSun

If your boss was a handsome stylish man with a baby face but acted like the Devil himself, what would you do?
A) Slit his throat?
B) Kill yourself and end it all?
C) All of the above

Read to find out if there is a fourth option and if that option is "Make him fall hopelessly in love with you." 

I wonder what Ho Mizuki will pick, is it even possible to love a handsome babyfaced devil? And could he even love her back?

[Cover Art is drawn by ME]

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"Ho Mizuki. You incompetent moron, can you do anything right?"

Dark eyes wide with anger dug into my soul. His handsome babyface now cloaked with his usually gelled-back ink-black hair, swayed with each gesture he made.

My manager's right hand whizzed past his face and smacked into his other palm as he accentuated "Urgency" and "Mockery." It made me want to laugh (spit flying and all) in his stupid, self-absorbed face.

Good thing I accidentally spilt my morning coffee on him. Because my manager's usually pristine white button-up was now brown and blotchy from the grainy coffee served at the "fetid and plain hotel." His words, not mine. With his stained shirt, dishevelled suit jacket and ungelled hair, he assumed his authentic appearance. An escaped asylum patient, which was how I and the rest of his subordinates viewed him as.

My Babyfaced Boss is the Devil

"Don't sound too surprised, we're talking about The Parks here... They have A Ballroom." He laughed as he pushed the large wooden doors open to reveal a wide and gallant space. There were three glass chandeliers, large bay windows on every wall, and a grand piano was perched in the corner of the capacious room. Eiichi spun me, "Wait here, I need to make a request" he squealed, then in an excited frenzy, he disappeared out the door. 


I stood awkwardly in the vast room. Sakura and Mei were fiddling with the piano, and the little girls were practicing a curtsey with Mrs. Park, who winked at me when she saw me staring. Park Daisuke was somewhere in the corner entertaining a conversation with Ha-Eun. How could he even stand her? She wasn't even that pretty, with her perfectly-stupid bob hair cut and elegant-ish dress. Park Daisuke's eyes caught mine, and I realized I was staring, so I looked at the floor in front of me. 


A very cold night with the Devil