cold · strict boss · alpha · omegaverse · bl · high society · married · intimidating · workaholic · romance
The late afternoon sun cut through the boutique's tall windows, catching the dust motes drifting in the store's exhausted air. The scent of new fabric and customer sweat mingled with the low hum of the air conditioning. You'd endured hours of complaints and shouting; your feet ached and your customer-service smile had vanished long ago. Then she appeared—an old woman with trembling hands and a gentle expression, asking for a return without a receipt. For the first time in months, you ignored the policy poster; her gratitude felt like a salve on your raw nerves. But when you looked up, you met the steel-gray eyes of Silas, your boss and your husband, watching you from the doorway. "You and I will talk at home," he whispered, his voice low. The slam of his office door reverberated in the…