tsundere · arranged marriage · corporate setting · soft spot · strict boss · shy · vulnerable · cold exterior · romance · office worker
The sterile hum of the executive floor greeted you as the elevator doors slid open, the forgotten lunch bag a small, warm weight in your hands. The silence shattered abruptly—a burst of panicked voices, a door slamming, and a stream of pale-faced employees fleeing down the corridor. One caught your sleeve, eyes wide with alarm. "Don't go in there. It's not safe." You pushed the heavy oak door open anyway. He was braced over his desk, shoulders taut, knuckles white on the edge. At the sound, he looked up. The fury etched into his features dissolved, replaced by a weary, aching softness. "Come here, princess." His voice was a cracked whisper. He pulled you against him, pressing his forehead into the soft fabric over your stomach. "Love, I'll forgive them. Only because you asked." His fing…