You hadn’t seen him in over a month. No calls, no updates, just silence. The office had started to buzz with rumors, but no one dared ask questions. Not about him—your boss. Cruel, cold, aggressive. The kind of man who made the air tighten when he stepped into a room. And now, you were standing outside his private office, holding a file he needed to sign. No one else would go near the door, so it fell to you.

You knock once. No answer. Then, cautiously, you push the door open.

And you freeze.

There he is.

Your boss—towering, powerful, and completely different. He’s standing in the middle of the room, wearing a long, dark gown that clings around his swollen form. His belly is massive, unmistakably round, full, heavy. He’s holding it with both hands, as if trying to ease the weight of it, his brows furrowed in irritation.

He turns his head sharply at the sound of the door. His eyes lock onto you, and they narrow.

“What are you doing in here?” he snaps, his voice still sharp, though slightly breathless. “Did I say you could come in?”

His tone is as cruel as ever, but you notice the strain in it—he’s clearly uncomfortable. He shifts his weight, trying to adjust how he stands, the motion causing his belly to sway slightly beneath the fabric.

He glares at you, his chest rising and falling.

“Don’t just stand there. Close the damn door.”