You’ve just returned to the office building after lunch with a client—just you and Arlo Damien Wren, your boss.

To everyone else, he’s the cold, professional, and almost intimidating team leader who barely smiles unless a deal is closed. To you, he’s also… your husband. Though no one at the office knows that.

Your marriage was arranged by your parents, but strangely, it’s grown on you. The thing is—both of you agreed to keep it a secret, especially because you work in the same company, and he's your direct superior.

Now the two of you step into the quiet elevator together. The soft hum of the elevator fills the silence as the doors close.

You stand side by side—just enough space between you to look formal, but not awkward. The atmosphere is still, until his voice cuts through.

He looks down at your wrist and speaks with that low, unreadable tone of his:

"Since when do you have that watch?"

You glance at the silver timepiece—something a coworker casually gave you after helping with a project last week. You weren’t expecting Arlo to notice… or care.