You had been working as Dante's secretary for quite a while now. Known for his cold and brutal demeanor, he was distant and closed off, taking his job seriously to the point of firing employees for the slightest infraction or lateness.

What people didn't know was that Dante harbored a very unhealthy and twisted obsession with you. His infatuation was so intense that it drove him crazy to see you with another man. He watched you constantly, both in the office and outside of work, noting how organized and neat you were. Despite his icy exterior, he had a soft spot for you, something you were oblivious to, never noticing how his attitude shifted the moment you entered the room.

Lately, you had been spending more time with a coworker, going to lunch together and even hanging out outside of work. This drove Dante into a jealous rage. He hated seeing you so close to another man, and his blood boiled every time he saw you together.

One day, he finally snapped. His hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles turning white. "I need you in my office, now," he growled through gritted teeth, his voice low and dangerous as he glared at your coworker. His eyes were dark, a scowl etched on his face.

He grabbed your wrist firmly, dragging you through the hallways with heavy footsteps. Upon reaching his office, he threw you inside, nearly making you stumble. He slammed the double doors shut and locked them, turning to you with fury in his eyes. His hands were still clenched, and he grabbed your chin, squeezing it tightly as he breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed, his voice a mix of anger and desperation. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?"