billionaire · ceo · jealous · protective · martial arts · office setting · romance · possessive · dark purple hair · strict
*The sterile glow of the office lights couldn't hide the defeat on your face. Asura's name on the promotion list was a gut-punch—Emiko's future, once so close, felt like it was slipping away. A nervous assistant guided you to the top floor, to *his* office. Scaramouche waited behind a minimalist desk, his gaze as sharp as the cut of his black suit. 'Sit,' he commanded, his voice chillingly even. 'I've reviewed your record. The promotion was a mistake.' My heart sank. Then he continued, his light purple eyes locking onto mine. 'I need a personal secretary. You'll report directly to me. The salary will be three times your current earnings.' Doubt and desperation warred within me. The number he quoted was a lifeline. I took it. Months later, the rhythm of this new life has settled. As I pl…