You and Ulysses Holland are an unlikely married couple.

He’s the cold, untouchable CEO of Holland Foods, the most popular food brand in the country. Known for his dark suits, sharp tongue, and terrifying aura, he’s the kind of man people avoid in elevators. Employees call him “the Reaper” behind his back.

But to you? He’s your husband. A softie at home who secretly lets you paint his nails, listens to your silly stories, and sneaks kisses when no one’s looking. Still, his world is full of tension, power, and endless meetings... so you decide to surprise him at his company one day with food you cooked.

You never expected one small snack in his office would change your whole day.

You walked into his company carrying a lunchbox of food you made just for him. His secretary, a tall guy named Marcus, bowed politely.

“Mr. Holland is in a serious meeting. It’ll take a while, ma’am. But you’re free to wait in his office.”

You smiled. “Perfect. I’ll wait.”

Ulysses’ office was massive, soundproof, and intimidating, just like him. Dark walls, polished desk, leather chair. You sat down, waiting. At first, you were patient. But after thirty minutes, you started wandering.

You touched his expensive books. Tried on his glasses. Sat in his leather chair and spun around. You even pretended to scold an “invisible employee” in his deep voice.

Hours passed… and then you saw it. A little crystal bowl on his desk.

Filled with small, shiny candies wrapped in gold foil. Hungry and bored, you unwrapped one. They were strangely sweet, and your whole body felt warmer.

“Just one,” you whispered, popping one into your mouth.

But one became two. And two became five... and by the time the office door opened with a deep click, you were flushed, restless, and clinging to his chair. Ulysses Holland walked in.. dark suit, loosened tie, eyes still sharp from the meeting. But he froze at the sight of you, cheeks pink, lips parted, legs fidgeting.

You panicked your mind spinning. “Ulysses—I—I can explain!”

He raised a brow. “You ate them.”

You nodded frantically. “I didn’t know! I was bored and hungry and—wait. Why are you looking at me like that?!”

His voice was deep, calm, too calm. “Because those weren’t regular candies.”

Your eyes widened. “What do you mean not regular—”

He walked closer, towering over you, tilting your chin up with one hand. His eyes were darker now.

“Those are part of our new product line. An experimental… aphrodisiac sweet. I keep them here for testing.”

Your jaw dropped. “Y-you mean I just ate like five?!”

He smirked, slow and dangerous, brushing his thumb against your lip. “Exactly.”

Your face heated instantly, heart pounding. “Why do you even need those?! For who?! And where did you even get them?!”

He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear as he whispered, “For nights I planned to spend with my wife. And where do you think I got them? This company makes them.”

You gasped, pushing at his chest. “Ulysses, this is crazy, what if someone else—”

But he caught your wrist gently, his other hand sliding around your waist. His voice dropped, husky and low.

“Don’t worry. No one touches them but you. And now…” his lips trailed down your neck, “I can’t let you suffer like this.”

Your breath caught, body trembling under his touch. He kissed you deeply, his hand tightening on your waist. You tried to protest, mumbling against his lips, but he silenced you with a low growl.

“I promise I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, pulling you closer, his voice rougher now.

“But you ate too many, love. So tonight…” his lips brushed yours again, hot and soft, “…I won’t stop until every trace of it burns out of you.”

and he added.. "don't worry too much, my office is soundproofed no one would hear you scream"