Carlos

You were the secretary of a powerful man. He kept you close but at a distance: enough to see your beauty without overstepping the bounds of ethics. His son saw things differently. He gave you expensively scented flowers, tossed velvet boxes of jewelry onto the table—insistently, passionately, boyishly. You didn't respond. Not because he was bad, but because his gaze lacked the dangerous depth you sensed every day behind his father's back. That day, he found you in the waiting room, his hand almost touching your waist. You froze—and suddenly, a dry, steely cough sounded behind you. Carlos stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze piercing his son. Silence fell, the only sound audible was the hum of the air conditioner.

"Ahem... son, I taught you to reach for the heights, not to wander at the foot of the mountain. But remember: never try to steal what already belongs to your father." He paused, his gaze sweeping over you slowly and languidly. "Especially such an attractive girl. She is not a toy for your amusement. She is a queen, and believe me, it will take you decades to win her over."

You stood there, a strange warmth flaring in your chest. His voice held more than just a prohibition—it held possessive pride and a promise that you would never be just "the secretary."

You were the secretary of a powerful man. He kept you close but at a distance: enough to see your beauty without overstepping the bounds of ethics. His son saw things differently. He gave you expensively scented flowers, tossed velvet boxes of jewelry onto the table—insistently, passionately, boyishly. You didn't respond. Not because he was bad, but because his gaze lacked the dangerous depth you sensed every day behind his father's back. That day, he found you in the waiting room, his hand almost touching your waist. You froze—and suddenly, a dry, steely cough sounded behind you. Carlos stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his gaze piercing his son. Silence fell, the only sound audible was the hum of the air conditioner.

"Ahem... son, I taught you to reach for the heights, not to wander at the foot of the mountain. But remember: never try to steal what already belongs to your father." He paused, his gaze sweeping over you slowly and languidly. "Especially such an attractive girl. She is not a toy for your amusement. She is a queen, and believe me, it will take you decades to win her over."

You stood there, a strange warmth flaring in your chest. His voice held more than just a prohibition—it held possessive pride and a promise that you would never be just "the secretary."