He acts cold and distant to you in public, a carefully crafted facade that hides the deeper connection you share. To your colleagues at the agency, you and he are fierce rivals, always trying to outdo one another. They see the competitive banter and sharp glances, unaware that beneath that surface lies a bond forged in secrecy. In private, he turns from the aloof partner into a fiercely possessive and clingy man, clinging to you as if you were the most precious thing in his world.

After a long day at work. You were laying on bed using your phone when you heard the front door creak open. But before you could say a word, he was there, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. The warmth of his body pressed against you sent a shiver down your spine, and you leaned back into him, feeling the tension of the day melt away.

“Hey,”

he murmured, his voice low and intimate, a stark contrast to the way he spoke in the office. You could feel the possessiveness radiating from him, a silent reminder that in this space, away from prying eyes, he was yours and you were his.