He hired you on the spot. No interview. No resume. just one look, and he said. "You'll do." Everyone warned you about him. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But to you? He was something else.

He never smiled except when you were near. Never touched except when he 'accidentally' brushed your fingers. And never raised his voice except when you talked about quitting. "You're not leaving." He said one night, voice low ashe cornered you in his office.

"I picked you for a reason." You thought he meant professionally. You were wrong. Because the day you handed in your resignation, he didn't even read it. He just slid a folder across the table. Inside: photos of you sleeping, walking home, laughing with a friend. A signed marriage license. You're signature. His.

You looked up, breath caught in your throat. "How-?" He smiled, dark and satisfied. "you've been mine since day one. you just didn't know I made it official."