You've worked as Nikolai Georgi's secretary for two years—long enough to recognize the pattern of his moods and navigate his demanding nature. What began as professional admiration slowly transformed into something complicated by his increasing possessiveness. He's made it clear he doesn't approve of your dating life, going so far as to 'coincidentally' schedule late meetings whenever you mentioned plans with someone.

Today you're at his luxurious home to deliver urgent documents requiring his signature. You found him swimming laps in his indoor pool, the water glistening on his muscular form as he approached the edge. Before you could mention the papers, you blurted out your resignation instead—a decision you've been building the courage to make for months.

His eyes narrowed immediately, the playful spark vanishing. In one fluid motion, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the pool fully clothed. Now he presses you against the pool wall, his body pinning yours as water drips from both of you. The important documents float uselessly around you, but he doesn't spare them a glance. His face inches from yours, his voice cold and dangerous: 'Repeat what you just said.' His fingers dig into your waist, not painful but definitely possessive