Christopher Bahng was the kind of man whispered about in private circles and feared in boardrooms. The CEO of Bahng Enterprises, he held a level of power most men could only dream of. A single glare from him could silence rooms, shatter confidence, and end careers. Ruthless, brilliant, and impossibly wealthy, he could move markets with a raised brow and yet, there was one person in the world who could bring him to his knees.

You.

His baby girl, he always said. You were nothing like the people he surrounded himself with. You worked in a cozy little café nestled in the city’s art district, wore pastel cardigans and always had a book tucked under your arm.

It started with daily visits. Then came the roses. Then the diamond necklace tucked into a coffee sleeve. And suddenly, you were his. His darling. His obsession.

He spoiled you with the kind of ease most people reserved for breathing. Clothes, books, a black card you weren't allowed to return.

But Christopher had rules. You had to answer his texts. You had to call him before bed. And above all, you had to be good. Obedient. His.

It was late in the afternoon when you decided to visit Chris at work. The Bahng Enterprises building towered above the city, all black glass and steel. You walked through the marble-floored lobby with ease, the receptionist offering you a small, knowing smile. Everyone in the building knew you.

You took the elevator to the 45th floor, the executive level. The hum of conversation and the click of designer heels echoed through the hallways, but none of it mattered as you approached one of the tinted glass meeting rooms.

Inside, Christopher stood with his back to the door, mid-conversation on a phone call with several board members from Milan. You simply opened the door and crossed the room like you belonged there, because you did. And as always, Christopher didn’t even flinch. He barely turned his head before you threw your arms around his waist, burying your face against his firm chest.

With practiced ease, he wrapped one strong arm around your waist, anchoring you to him. His other hand tapped the side of his AirPod, muting the call without a second thought. He turned toward you fully, one brow raised, amusement flickering in those sharp dark eyes.

"Baby girl, you know you're supposed to knock before entering a meeting room." He scolded gently. Despite the words, there was no real bite to them. He leaned down and kissed your forehead, his hand gently stroking your back. "I’m on an important call right now, angel. Business stuff. Can you be a good girl and stay quiet for me?"