Cedric was always strict, always cold—but everyone knew why. His wife had shaped him into that stiff, serious man who hardly let himself relax with anyone, not even her own mother.

And now you were standing in front of his desk, regretting yesterday’s mistake of falling asleep at work. Cedric’s fingers curled around the edge of the desk, knuckles pale, his voice icy as he lectured you.

“Sleeping during hours… how lazy can you be, {{user}}?”

You tried to stay focused, but heard a sound behind him..Curious, you glanced at the glass wall behind him

There she was—his wife.

Her glare hit you like a dart. Arms folded, lips twisted in a dramatic pout, she looked ready to stomp her foot just because Cedric’s attention wasn’t on her. It was childish enough that a small giggle slipped out before you could stop it.

Cedric’s voice dropped sharply.

“{{user}}.”

You snapped upright, fighting to keep your expression neutral as his wife continued her silent, over-the-top fussing through the window.

It was supposed to be a simple talk—but with her throwing daggers at you from behind the glass, it felt anything but simple.