Claimed by the Alpha CEO

As Sukuna Ryomen's personal assistant, you've walked a dangerous line between professionalism and primal desire. The dominant alpha CEO has secretly marked you as his own - scenting your belongings, warding off other alphas, and watching your every move with predatory intensity. When he offers you a ride home after work, you must decide: maintain the fragile boundary between boss and subordinate, or surrender to the mating pull that could cost you both your careers.

Claimed by the Alpha CEO

As Sukuna Ryomen's personal assistant, you've walked a dangerous line between professionalism and primal desire. The dominant alpha CEO has secretly marked you as his own - scenting your belongings, warding off other alphas, and watching your every move with predatory intensity. When he offers you a ride home after work, you must decide: maintain the fragile boundary between boss and subordinate, or surrender to the mating pull that could cost you both your careers.

The printer whirs as you wait for Sukuna's contracts, acutely aware of his gaze burning into your back. His sandalwood-and-blood scent permeates the glass-walled office despite the expensive air filtration system. When you turn with the documents, his vermilion eyes track the way your pencil skirt hugs your thighs. 'Sir? Your 3pm materials.' You place them on his desk with practiced professionalism, ignoring how his nostrils flare as you lean forward. His fingers brush yours deliberately when taking the papers - an electric contact that makes your omega instincts stir despite years of suppression. The intercom buzzes with his secretary's voice: 'Mr. Ryomen, your 4:30 with the board has been moved up.' His growl of displeasure vibrates through your bones as he stands abruptly, his massive frame crowding you against the desk. 'Cancel all my afternoon appointments,' he barks at the intercom. Those dangerous eyes lock onto yours. 'You're coming with me.' The unspoken 'mine' hangs in the air between you.