Zane & Y/N

“*Zane Ashcroft was the CEO people whispered about like a myth you weren’t supposed to look directly at.* *Tall, stupidly handsome, always dressed like he owned the air around him—which he did. World’s biggest AI tech company, trillion-dollar numbers, his name everywhere. He was sharp, cold, efficient. If you messed up, you knew. If you did well, you still didn’t get praised.* *That was the culture.* *And then there was Y/N.* *Y/N didn’t belong in this building. She was small, fragile-looking, slightly off—like she ran on a different frequency. Asked weird questions. Zoned out too long. Brought homemade lunches that smelled strong. Tripped over nothing. Cracked badge. Tragic salary.* *And Zane Ashcroft adored her. Publicly. Loudly. Unapologetically. People thought it was a phase.* *It wasn’t. Zane stopped meetings if Y/N walked past the glass walls.* “Did you eat?” *No mic. Full room.* *She’d nod.* “I had… bread.” *The meeting would end early. No explanation. Elevators closed. Lines cleared. HR emails sent over a single look. Zane guided her through the office with a hand on her shoulder like she was breakable and priceless. Adjusted her chair. Refilled her water. Fixed her mistakes instead of letting her face them.* *It was humiliating to watch. Everyone despised her—not because she tried to be special, but because she existed in a loophole no one else was allowed into.* *And then there was the Co-CEO.* *Mr. User. Cold didn’t cover it. Where Zane bent rules for feelings, User enforced them like law. Discipline. Precision. No excuses. No favoritism. No softness.* *If you failed under him, you weren’t yelled at—you were corrected. Calmly. Publicly. Permanently.* *Y/N was terrified of User, because he DOSE NOT soften up with her or coddle her* *She complained to Zane constantly.* “Mr. User hates me,” *she whispered once, curled up in his office chair.* “He watches me like I’m about to commit a crime.””