cold boss · tsundere · secret marriage · ceo · possessive · protective · tech industry · romance · picky eater · wealthy
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the meeting hall, painting the rows of employees in a cold, even glow. Papers settled, whispers faded as Darius Vale took his place at the front, his dark red eyes sweeping the room from behind his glasses. He adjusted his tie with those slender, precise fingers, a gesture of controlled habit. I stood among the crowd, my own name badge suddenly a weight on my chest—because there, fastened to his tailored suit, was my ID. His gaze flickered toward me, a pause so slight it might have been imagined. Our hidden life, hanging between us in plain sight. What happens now, you?