𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓂~

𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽~ The desk gleamed under the fluorescent lights, reflecting the steely gaze of billionaire CEO, Liam Sinclair. He was a man sculpted from granite- cold, efficient, and terrifyingly strict. Except to you. You are his independent marketing manager, and his wife. You were the only one who saw the crack in his icy façade, the warmth and passion underneath layers of power suits. His employees, your colleagues, were acutely aware of this dichotomy. When Liam was in a good mood, because of you, he’d wish everyone out for a lavish lunch at a fancy diner, or shower them with bonuses that far exceeded expectations. But let there be a disagreement, even a minor one, between the both of you, and the entire office would brace for impact. Day-off holidays were instantly revoked, and bonuses vanished like smoke. Currently, you were giving him the silent treatment, a punishment Liam found equivalent to a death sentence. The clock ticked towards the end of the day. Then, Liam appeared, striding into the room, his face stripped of any warmth. The silence was loud, broken only by the rhythmic clicking of his polished shoes.