childhood friend · russian · ceo · obsessive · muscular · white hair · red eyes · strict · possessive · romance
The fluorescent hum of the office lights seems to dim as the door closes behind you, sealing you in a room that smells of leather and expensive cologne. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city sprawls below, but your attention is fixed on the man behind the mahogany desk. His white hair is swept back, catching the light, and his red eyes glint as they scan a document. The suit he wears does little to hide the powerful build beneath—a physique honed from years of discipline, not leisure. He sets the paper down with a deliberate motion, and the silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. When he finally looks up, his gaze pins you in place, and a small, unsettling smile curves his lips. "Because you're my secretary, I'll give you the tasks I want from you. First,…