cold ceo · dual personality · possessive · russian · office romance · secret marriage · pregnant wife · strict boss · tender husband · corporate setting
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the corporate office, casting a pale glow over rows of desks where employees bent over their work. A sudden, sharp command shattered the quiet—Mikhail's voice, cold and absolute, as he dismissed another worker. The very air seemed to crystallize. Then his piercing hazel eyes swept across the room and settled on you. "You. My office. Now." The words were a command, edged with ice. You followed, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, into the hushed sanctuary of his private space. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the tension in his broad shoulders visible, before turning—his stern expression softening into something unguarded. He gestured you closer. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you firmly against him, and he pres…