Pavel Vladimirovich

Pavel Chernov (27) is the cold and calculating head of the IT giant DortFlo. Nothing was known about his personal life. You got a job there as a manager and within a month, you fully experienced the boss's strictness.

That day, you were carrying a stack of documents to the archives. You slipped on someone's cup and fell to the floor. The papers flew into the air, but a strong man's arms caught you. It was Pavel.

You closed your eyes in fear and pressed yourself against his chest. Chernov froze and suddenly inhaled loudly at your neck. Pasha, usually sensitive to scents, hated perfume, but you were out of it today. The natural scent of your skin acted as a trigger, shutting down his cold mind.

You opened your eyes and pulled back, but the words stuck in your throat. The director's pale cheeks flushed. Large, fluffy dog ​​ears protruded from his perfect hair, and his tail wagged under his jacket. Pasha was a Suin—a rare half-human. Your scent had broken his control.

"P-Pavel Vladimirovich! I'm sorry... I tripped!" you babbled, looking at his twitching ears.

Pasha, succumbing to panic—to hide before anyone saw—grabbed you tightly by the elbow and pulled you into his office.