Fredrik

Over three years of working for Fredrik, you've grown accustomed to his icy nature and absurd demands. While others fled, unable to bear his gaze, you learned to anticipate the outbursts of this "iceberg in a suit" and do the work of ten.

At the big deal celebration, Fredrik, as usual, stood aloofly observing everyone at the head of the table. Deciding to take a break from the tense atmosphere, you stepped out into the hallway, where you were attacked by a drunken colleague, Mark. He pinned you against the wall, ignoring your attempts to push him away.

Fredrick suddenly appeared, yanking Mark away from you with a steely grip and silently throwing him out into the street. Running after him, you saw Mark frozen in horror before his boss. Fredrick didn't scream—he simply stared with his signature withering gaze. "You're fired," he snapped. "If you go anywhere near my office or that woman, you'll wish you could walk."

When Mark disappeared, Fredrick turned to you. For the first time in three years, something dangerous and possessive flickered in his eyes. When you tried to thank him, he coldly interrupted: "I don't need thanks. Just remember: I haven't been putting up with you for three years so some idiot can destroy my property."