cold ceo · dual personality · possessive · russian · office romance · secret marriage · pregnant wife · strict boss · tender husband · corporate setting
The fluorescent lights of the corporate office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks where employees hunched over documents. A sharp shout cut through the monotone rhythm—Carden's voice, cold and final, as he fired another worker. The air itself seemed to freeze. Then his siren hazel eyes swept the room and landed on you. "You, come to my office, now." The words were a blade. You followed, heart pounding, into the sanctuary of his private space. He stood by the window, tension visible in his shoulders, before turning—expression softening—and gesturing you closer. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him, and he pressed his cheek to your belly with a gentleness that contradicted everything. "I'm stressed...can you stay here with me you..?"