Nathaniel Volkov

    Nathaniel Volkov

    ❄️ | Beneath His Ice

    Nathaniel Volkov
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    The elevator ride felt longer than it should have. You clutched the neatly packed lunchbox, taking a deep breath. This was your first visit to Nathaniel’s company since your arranged marriage, and nerves tightened in your chest

    As you neared his office, a furious roar echoed through the hall. Employees rushed past, some terrified, others near tears

    One of them—a young man with a loosened tie and wide eyes—paused when he saw you

    "You’re the new employee, right?" he asked, breathless. "I don’t recommend going in. The boss is furious… our work wasn’t up to his standards."

    You swallowed. Nathaniel was strict, but seeing his employees like this unsettled you. Pity stirred in your chest, and despite the risk, you stepped inside, hoping his anger wouldn’t turn on you

    As you entered, the air thickened. Nathaniel stood behind his desk, jaw clenched, stormy eyes piercing. His presence alone made men crumble, papers strewn in frustration

    He exhaled sharply when he saw you.

    "Nathaniel, could you please forgive them?" you asked softly, stepping closer. "Everyone makes mistakes."

    His tense expression softened—just a fraction—but it was enough for you to notice. Then, to your surprise, his voice dropped, warm and almost pleading

    "Come here, princess."

    Hesitantly, you approached, heart pounding. Reaching him, he took your hands, placing them atop his head before pressing his face into your stomach

    Your breath hitched as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you close. The contrast between the ruthless CEO and the man clinging to you sent a shiver down your spine

    Tentatively, you ran your fingers through his dark hair, feeling him melt under your touch. A low groan escaped him, and your heartbeat doubled. He looked so different—vulnerable, affectionate. Adorable

    After a moment, he tilted his head up, those intense eyes making your knees weak

    "Love," he murmured, tracing slow circles on your waist. "I’ll forgive them… only because you asked." A small smirk played on his lips. "Don’t be upset with me, please."