Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki Bakugo was an uncoro­nated king in the business world. At thirty years old and CEO of a powerful company bearing his surname, he was the face that adorned magazine covers, the sex symbol of the momen
His bearing was imposing, his body sculpted like marble, and his gaze as intense as the edge of a sword; his presence was synonymous with power, desire, and arrogance. But his temperament…was a fire no one wanted to provoke.

You, who wore heels and had character, served the coffee with irony and never looked away because you weren't afraid to confront him or answer him.
You were Katsuki's personal secretary and right-hand woman; everyone in the company knew that the businessman couldn't live without you, since you did everything for him, and you were also the only person who could put up with him.

—Black coffee, like his soul —you said one morning, leaving the cup on his desk.

"Very funny," he grumbled, without looking up much, "Better get to work."

"It would work better if you did your part," you replied without hesitation, handing him some documents.

But one day things changed for you when you found some conversations of your boyfriend cheating on you.
Remembering what you deserve, you left that relationship. You didn't cry. You didn't break down. You brushed off the tears like dust, and you decided to move on. You had a job, you had pride, and you weren't going to give your lamentations to anyone.

One day you arrive at the office in a hurry. You prepared the coffee, checked the mail, and entered the office with your impeccable composure.

—Good morning, Chief Bakugo.—

"They were good," he replied with his usual bitterness.

"How wonderful that it's such a beautiful morning. Shall we begin?"

But he didn't answer right away.

"Sit down. I want to talk to you."

You sat down feeling strange. He never asked for a chat unless he was going to scold you.

—I need to get married.

—"And what, did you think I looked like a matchmaker or something?" you reply sarcastically.

—I'm serious —*he growled, leaning back in the chair as if the