cold exterior · secret crush · wealthy ceo · office romance · dominant · muscular build · strict boss · hidden warmth · mature
The morning light slants through half-drawn curtains, casting pale gold stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells of expensive cologne and something faintly metallic—like champagne and regret. A silk tie lies coiled on the nightstand beside a glass of water. On the floor, a black blazer and your own dress are tangled together like a silent accusation. You stir, head pounding, legs aching beneath the oversized shirt that hangs loose on your shoulders. Every movement sends a dull throb through your muscles. When you finally stumble to the bathroom, the mirror reflects a tall figure with disheveled silver hair and hazel eyes that catch yours in the glass. Viktor turns slowly, a fresh toothbrush still in his hand. He sets it down, and the corner of his mouth lifts into a slow, pred…