My Top Husband

Episode 1: A Collision of Fates

The city never slept. Neon lights flickered in the distance, cars honked impatiently, and the streets were alive with hurried footsteps. But Trip was lost in his own world, completely oblivious to the chaos around him. His fingers moved swiftly over the pages of his sketchbook, his pencil bringing life to a new character.

He was so engrossed in his art that he didn’t see the traffic light change.

SCREECH!

A black luxury car came to an abrupt stop, the tires skidding against the pavement. Trip stumbled back, his sketchbook nearly slipping from his grip. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked up—right into the furious gaze of the driver stepping out of the car.

The man was tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a sharp black suit. Everything about him screamed power and control. His jet-black hair was perfectly styled, and his piercing dark eyes locked onto Trip with an icy glare.

"Are you blind?" the man snapped, his voice low and firm.

Trip’s initial shock faded, replaced by irritation. "Excuse me?" he shot back, crossing his arms. "You almost ran me over, and now I’m the one at fault?"

The man’s expression didn’t change. "You weren’t paying attention. Walking into traffic while sketching is reckless."

Trip scoffed. "And speeding in the middle of the city isn’t?"

A tense silence followed. Pedestrians nearby whispered among themselves, but neither of them looked away from each other. Trip’s stubborn glare met Sanzo’s cold stare, neither willing to back down.

Then, to Trip’s surprise, Sanzo sighed and ran a hand through his hair, as if debating whether this conversation was even worth his time.

"Where are you headed?" he finally asked.

Trip raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Sanzo gestured toward the street. "If you keep walking around like this, you’ll get yourself killed. Get in. I’ll drop you off."

Trip hesitated. This was weird. Who offers a ride to someone they almost hit? But at the same time… his apartment was far, and his feet were already aching from walking all day.

"Let me get this straight," Trip said slowly. "You nearly run me over, and now you’re offering to drive me somewhere? That’s either suspicious or stupid."

Sanzo’s patience was clearly thinning. "It’s an offer. Take it or leave it."

Trip studied him for a moment. The guy didn’t look like a murderer. More like a corporate overlord who fired people for breathing wrong.

Finally, he smirked. "Fine, Mr. Grumpy. But if you kidnap me, just know I’ll be the most annoying hostage you’ve ever had."

Sanzo didn’t even flinch. "Sanzo."

Trip blinked. "Huh?"

"My name," Sanzo said as he opened the car door. "It’s Sanzo."

Trip grinned as he slid into the passenger seat. "Well, Sanzo, looks like you just met your worst nightmare."

Sanzo shook his head as he started the car. "God help me."

As the car pulled into traffic, neither of them realized that this seemingly random encounter was only the beginning of something neither of them had expected.

My Top Husband

Episode 2

The car ride was tense, filled with a silence that felt heavier with each passing second. The city lights blurred outside the tinted windows, the hum of the engine the only sound between them. Trip stole a glance at Sanzo, who remained focused on the road, his expression unreadable.

For someone who had nearly run him over, Sanzo was oddly calm. Trip, on the other hand, wasn’t one to sit quietly.

"So," Trip finally spoke, smirking, "do you always pick up random guys off the street, or am I just lucky?"

Sanzo didn’t even glance at him. "You’re an inconvenience. That’s all."

Trip let out a mock gasp. "Ouch. That’s cold, even for a businessman like you."

Sanzo arched a brow. "Businessman?"

Trip grinned, tapping the sleek dashboard. "Come on. Luxury car, custom interior, expensive suit? You’ve got rich guy written all over you. My guess? CEO."

Sanzo remained quiet for a moment, as if debating whether to respond. Then he gave a slight nod. "You’re not as clueless as you look."

"Gee, thanks," Trip said dryly, rolling his eyes.

The car slowed as they pulled up to a towering glass building, its pristine exterior reflecting the city lights. Trip frowned.

"Uh… this isn’t my place," he said, shifting uncomfortably.

"I know," Sanzo replied smoothly as he parked.

Trip eyed him suspiciously. "Okay, so are you kidnapping me? Because I was totally kidding about that earlier, but now I’m starting to wonder."

Sanzo exhaled sharply, his patience thinning. Instead of answering, he reached into the backseat and picked up something—Trip’s sketchbook.

"You’re an artist," Sanzo stated, flipping through the pages.

Trip’s eyes widened. "Whoa, whoa—ever heard of privacy, Sanzo?" He snatched the sketchbook from Sanzo’s hands, hugging it protectively.

Sanzo ignored his protest. "Your work is decent."

Trip narrowed his eyes. "Decent? Wow, high praise coming from Mr. Corporate."

Sanzo leaned back against his seat. "My company is hiring an illustrator. The pay is good. Are you interested?"

Trip blinked. "What?" He stared at Sanzo as if he’d grown a second head. "You’re offering me a job? Just like that?"

Sanzo didn’t flinch. "I don’t waste time. Your art has potential, and my company needs talent."

Trip opened his mouth, then closed it, trying to process what was happening. He had spent the last few weeks struggling to land freelance gigs, barely scraping by on commission work. And now, out of nowhere, this ridiculously rich CEO—who had nearly run him over—was offering him a stable job?

"Okay, hold up," Trip said, raising a hand. "You don’t even know me. I could be a total slacker. Why take the risk?"

Sanzo met his gaze, his dark eyes cool and calculating. "I trust my judgment."

Trip studied him, still trying to figure him out. This guy was unreadable—cold, direct, and not the type to hand out favors.

Trip did need the money. His rent was overdue, and his last freelance gig barely covered his groceries. A stable job sounded tempting.

But working under this guy? That was a whole different challenge.

A slow grin spread across Trip’s face. "Alright, Mr. CEO. I’ll take the job." He leaned closer. "But don’t expect me to be some obedient little office drone."

Sanzo’s lips twitched, almost amused. "Likewise. Don’t expect special treatment just because I offered."

Trip chuckled, crossing his arms. "Oh, this is gonna be fun."

Sanzo didn’t respond. Instead, he simply unbuckled his seatbelt and opened his door. "Be at the office tomorrow at 9 AM. Don’t be late."

Trip sighed dramatically. "Ugh, mornings. Fine, fine. But if I fall asleep at my desk, it’s your fault."

Sanzo didn’t dignify that with a response.

As Trip stepped out of the car, he glanced up at the massive building before him. His life had just taken an unexpected turn, and something told him that working under Sanzo was going to be anything but ordinary.

My Top Husband

Episode 3:

Trip stood in front of the towering glass building, staring up at its intimidating height. He adjusted his worn-out hoodie, already feeling out of place among the sea of business suits walking past him.

"9 AM sharp," Sanzo had said.

Trip yawned and checked his phone—8:57 AM. Just in time.

As he entered, the sleek lobby screamed money. The floors were polished marble, the receptionist looked like she belonged on a magazine cover, and everyone walked like they had somewhere important to be.

Trip walked up to the front desk. "Hey, I’m here for…" He paused. "Crap. I don’t even know the department name."

The receptionist gave him a once-over, her eyes lingering on his ripped jeans. "And you are?"

"Trip," he said. "Uh, Sanzo’s new illustrator?"

Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly masked her surprise. "Oh. You’re the one Mr. Sanzo mentioned."

"That sounds ominous," Trip muttered.

Before she could respond, a voice cut through the air. "Trip, follow me."

Trip turned to see a sharply dressed man with glasses. Unlike Sanzo, he had a friendlier face—but his tone was all business.

"And you are…?" Trip asked.

"Ren, Mr. Sanzo’s assistant," the man replied. "Come with me."

Trip followed Ren through a maze of hallways, finally stepping into a spacious open-office area. Huge windows let in natural light, and people were already at their desks, working away.

Ren gestured to a desk. "This is yours. You’ll be working on character concepts for our new gaming project. The files are on your computer."

Trip plopped into the chair, stretching his arms. "Nice. Does this place have free coffee?"

Ren’s lips twitched, but he said nothing. "Mr. Sanzo will meet you later. Don’t waste time."

With that, Ren left.

Trip cracked his knuckles and opened the files. The artwork was high-quality, and he had to admit—this job might actually be fun.

He was about to start sketching when a shadow loomed over him.

"You’re late."

Trip turned to find Sanzo standing behind him, arms crossed. His black suit was immaculate, and his sharp gaze made Trip sit up straighter.

Trip glanced at the clock. "Uh, no? It’s 9:02."

Sanzo raised an eyebrow. "And what time were you supposed to be here?"

Trip groaned. "Jeez, two minutes? You’re seriously that strict?"

"Work starts at 9. Not 9:02." Sanzo’s voice was cool.

Trip rolled his eyes. "Okay, Mr. Punctuality, noted."

Sanzo didn’t react. Instead, he leaned over Trip’s desk, scanning the computer screen. "You’ll be designing character models for our latest game. I expect quality, not laziness."

Trip smirked. "I did take the job, remember? I’m not here to slack off. Well, not too much."

Sanzo ignored the comment. "Finish the first draft by the end of the day. No excuses."

Trip saluted mockingly. "Aye aye, boss."

Sanzo gave him one last unreadable look before walking away.

As soon as he was gone, Trip exhaled. Man, this guy is intense.

But Trip wasn’t about to let some stuck-up CEO boss him around without a little pushback.

With a grin, he cracked his knuckles and got to work. Let’s see if Sanzo can handle me.