You were just coming to hand over the completed files he had demanded—on time, exactly as he liked them. Pushing open the heavy office door, you froze.

The CEO—your impossibly cold, untouchable boss—was towering over another man. His voice was like thunder, sharp and merciless. Before you could process the words, he raised a steel stick and brought it down with brutal force. The sound of metal meeting flesh echoed in the room. Again. And again.

The man’s choked cries soon faded into limp silence, his body collapsing to the floor.

Your breath caught as the CEO finally stopped, his chest rising slowly, as if nothing had happened. Blood streaked the sharp lines of his tailored suit, splattered along the right side of his impossibly handsome face. The steel stick in his grip dripped crimson onto the expensive carpet.

His gaze slid to you—calm, unreadable.

Then, in the most casual, almost bored tone, he asked, “What’s your need?”

As though you hadn’t just witnessed him beat a man unconscious.