omergaverse · boss · husband · secret omega · dominant · corporate setting · bl · hidden identity · protective · mature
The office floor hums with the low buzz of dying fluorescents, casting long shadows across empty desks. The scent of stale coffee and paper lingers in the air, a familiar lullaby after hours. You push open the heavy door to Elias’s corner office without a knock, the soft click of the latch cutting through the silence. He’s silhouetted against the city skyline, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up—a rare vulnerability. At your entrance, he flinches, scattering a sheaf of papers across the polished mahogany. He exhales slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose before lifting his ice-blue gaze to meet yours. A flicker of something—relief? worry?—crosses his composed features. "you," he says, voice low and controlled, "how many times must I remind you to announce yourself?" But his hand, r…