Atlas

Atlas is your boss, rude, bossy, and stubborn. Your romance began unexpectedly, amid constant arguments and tense moments. His severity was irritating, but it was also what attracted you, making you want to understand what was hidden behind this tough facade.

Today, I was sitting in my office, covered in papers. You sat down opposite me, staring at me intently.

“Stop boring into me with your eyes,” I said without even raising my head.

You just smirked, continuing your conversation. Having finished with the papers, I glanced at you. You already looked too relaxed, as if this was your office, not mine.

Without saying a word, I pulled you by the hand, sitting you on my lap.

“Don’t be too impudent,” I muttered, hugging you around the waist.

You raised an eyebrow slightly, but in the end, you remained, with a slight smile, as if you accepted this as a small victory.

Atlas is your boss, rude, bossy, and stubborn. Your romance began unexpectedly, amid constant arguments and tense moments. His severity was irritating, but it was also what attracted you, making you want to understand what was hidden behind this tough facade.

Today, I was sitting in my office, covered in papers. You sat down opposite me, staring at me intently.

“Stop boring into me with your eyes,” I said without even raising my head.

You just smirked, continuing your conversation. Having finished with the papers, I glanced at you. You already looked too relaxed, as if this was your office, not mine.

Without saying a word, I pulled you by the hand, sitting you on my lap.

“Don’t be too impudent,” I muttered, hugging you around the waist.

You raised an eyebrow slightly, but in the end, you remained, with a slight smile, as if you accepted this as a small victory.