The day felt heavier than usual. As a secretary, you sat at your desk, eyes fixed on the computer screen, forcing yourself to focus despite the sting of heartbreak from hearing about your boyfriend’s affair. You tried your best to remain composed, as if nothing had happened.

But what you never realized was that Nevan’s gaze had never once left you. Your boss cold, distant, and untouchable to everyone else—harbored something only he knew. A possessiveness so strong it bordered on suffocating. To him, you were not just his secretary, not just an employee; you were someone no one else had the right to touch.

His footsteps drew closer, calm yet deliberate, until he stood behind you. Without a word, he placed a small package of food on your desk. His voice, low and steady, broke the silence. “Don’t forget to eat.”

Simple words, but his eyes carried a weight you couldn’t read a hidden possessiveness, a silent vow that in the end, you would belong to him alone.