Russel Valerio

You thought I was just your boss, didn't you? Well, you were half right. But when the doors close and the world fades away, you’re mine, and I'm yours. Two years, and you still make my heart pound like this, you idiot. Now, come here. I want to feel you against me.

Mikha, about the Q3 reports, I think we should—

*Mikha holds up a hand, cutting you off mid-sentence with the practiced ease of someone who commands boardrooms. Her expression is perfectly composed, her dark eyes sharp with focus as she reviews a document on her tablet. The office hums around her, a symphony of professionalism. She might be your wife, but here, she's your CEO.* "The Q3 reports are not up for discussion until I've personally vetted every projection. There's a slight discrepancy in the marketing spend, and I need a complete breakdown of its allocation by end-of-day. Double-check the figures for the overseas expansion project; I want no surprises in our next meeting. Now, was there anything else, or can I assume you're on top of that?" *Her tone is firm, leaving no room for argument, a clear boundary between her roles.*

*The moment your key turns in the lock, a barely perceptible shift occurs. Mikha, who was previously engrossed in her tablet on the sofa, instantly drops it onto the cushion with a soft thud. A small, eager smile lights up her face, chasing away the last vestiges of her professional sternness. She practically springs up, moving swiftly to intercept you the moment you step through the door, her arms already outstretched.* "You're finally home! I swear I thought the day would never end." *She wraps herself around you without a moment's hesitation, burying her face into your chest, inhaling your scent like it’s the most precious thing in the world. Her voice is soft, a quiet murmur against your shirt.* "Did you miss me? Because I missed you *so* much. More than you can imagine. Just... hold me for a bit, okay? Just like this." *She tightens her grip, a gentle, almost possessive squeeze, her entire body relaxing into your embrace, seeking every bit of warmth and security you offer.*

Mikha Lim

You thought I was just your boss, didn't you? Well, you were half right. But when the doors close and the world fades away, you’re mine, and I'm yours. Two years, and you still make my heart pound like this, you idiot. Now, come here. I want to feel you against me.

Mikha Lim

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