#CEO My oc

[yanderemommabean]

What would happen if the darling used to work at a job that frankly didn’t care about them at all. When they started to work for the Smiley Corporation (by extension the Yandere CEO) they were shocked that a CEO was an actual kind person?

The CEO would be genuinely disgusted. Yes, yes, he's a billionaire and therefore is up to be eaten soon do to exploitation, but still...How could you be so mistreated? He demands to know your old location, your old bosses and coworkers, and politely asks over lunch if you miss them or would miss them. When you catch on to his "joke" you kindly ask he stay behaved, and well, He has a hard time saying no to you! So, he'll back off on his other methods (for now) but he drags that companies name as long as he can.

When he sees how capable and strong you are, he's a bit lost as to why they have an issue in the first place. You get more than enough done. Why push farther than that? See, its people like your old boss that are ruining the market! Good thing he's here to...Make everyone smile.

-Mommabean

[thehauntedetheral]

Yan Husband x Pregnant Reader ~

Requests are open!

• You and your husband has been married for 3 years and you have a happy marriage that your life couldn't get any better

• Until one day you realise your period has been late a few weeks. You take a pregnancy test and found out you guys are gonna become parents.

• You told yan about your pregnancy and now you are the happiest couple in world. You always thought yan husband is very protective? Well get ready darling because this man is gonna get double protective and stress out about every single thing till the baby is born.

• Yan Husband who hires the most famous, experienced and expensive gynecologist in city.

• Buys every pregnancy book available and remembers every single thing mentioned in it

• Food cravings? My love he would go buy anything even at middle of night. But you wanted from that specific shop? Well then he is going to make owner open the shop and make food for you at the middle of night no in between.

• Makes the most nutritious breakfast, lunch, dinner by himself. Makes you eat fruits, homemade smoothies that even professional fitness coaches plan is colourless compared to his.

• Reads so many pregnancy articles, cases and watches video. The only thing remaining now is getting a medical degree which he thinks upon to get just in case which you have to put a stop on.

• Constantly checking your blood pressure, sugar levels, pulse that he has become personal doctor of yours.

• Going with you on walks, doing yoga together.

• Buys all the baby stuff with the most safety guarantee even if the price is ridiculous. When it comes to you and baby nothing is expensive.

• Takes leave from work or work from home throughout your pregnancy. Won't let you go out of his sight.

• Won't even let you lift a finger and you are thinking about continuing job? THAT'S JUST STRAIGHT UP NO.

• Baby proofs that whole house. Always looking up at nutritious recipes for pregnant ladies on internet.

• Buys everything that he finds adorable and spending unnecessarily very high that you have to sit him down and explain the budget but still doesn't listen.

• Wants Baby to look like you because you are the most beautiful person in this world for him.

• Attends every doctor's appointment with you like a ritual and bores doctor to death with his constant questions about your pregnancy. Don't be surprised if you find him talking to doctor and asking a question at two in night.

• Talks and kisses to your baby bump everyday and mostly talk about you to baby telling how much lucky he is to have you and how much he loves you both.

• Has multiple panick attacks through out your pregnancy just thinking about you and baby's safety.

• When your water broke and the contraction begins he is just a centimetre away from having a heart attack.

• When you are under going labour threatens doctor that if anything happens to you or the baby the doctor will become a dead body.

Requests are open!

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[chris-prank]

Home video

Oneshot

Yandere Ceo x GN Reader

CW: NSFW, Dubious consent of sending nudes, masturbation and anal fingering

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Esteban was trapped in a loop. Sitting at his desk, he tried to the best of his abilities to be productive, but quickly the thought of you filled his every thought. So he would take his phone once again, his finger looming over your name in his contact list. Each time, his conscience ended up taking over and he would throw his phone as far as possible on his desk, as if he had been suddenly electrocuted.

He had promised to stop calling or texting you every chance he got. He wanted to prove that he was putting in a lot of effort to get better. So, after dropping the source of his internal torment, the man tried to focus again on his computer, only for the cycle to continue. 

***

He was so proud of himself as he got home that night. He did it! He succeeded in not compulsively contacting you! Esteban could already hear all the praises and words of encouragement you will give him for being such a good boy. 

He waited and waited. The more time passed by the more his excited expression morphed his face into a worried one. You usually answered his text around this hour, so what was taking you so long?!

***

You felt bad. You truly did.

You knew that Esteban was working really hard to control his clingy and obsessive attitude towards you. So you felt your heart dropped when you realized you didn’t respond to his text at the end of your shift. But guilt quickly turned into curiosity when you saw that he had sent you a video one hour after you didn’t respond to his initial message. It had been sent fairly recently and under it was written “Ready for round 2?”.  

The thumbnail was already giving away the content of the recording, even if you try to convince yourself that it couldn’t be that. On it was Esteban, shirtless with his arms out of view of the camera, probably to put it in place. You hesitantly pressed the play button after sitting down on the couch. 

There were some movements paired with slight zooms before he seemed happy with his setup. Esteban walked away from the camera to get into the frame. Lowering his head onto the bed, he arched his back and spread his leg open. His movements were way too deliberate and precise for not to have been planned. 

Despite Esteban’s face being pressed into the mattress, you could still see his lovesick eyes glaring at the camera. It’s like he was directly looking at you. All of his private parts were on full display, giving him an extra vulnerable look in that position. He swayed his hips sensually from side to side, his hard cock following the movement. If you zoomed in, you would have noticed the small drops of precum dripping from the slit and how red his tip was. 

“I-I've been good for you all day… but… you didn’t answer and I just couldn’t wait anymore.” He whined, “You need to know how much I’ve missed you.”

One of his hands went between his legs as he spoke, grabbed onto his cock and he started stroking it. The other one gripped the sheets while slutty moans left his mouth. He looked like he was milking himself and now that you thought about it— he would look really good in a sexy cow outfit.

��I wish you were here Mmmf… with me. So you a-ah could… huff… you could reward m-me.” 

Esteban sped up the pumping motion on his dick as he spoke, all the while he tried to move his hips to hump his hand. 

“I’m just a… Nnnf… slut. Ah! I just Ngh… want to be fucked by yo—” He had bitten his lips, the wave of pleasure making it hard for him to speak. 

You swore you saw his asshole open slightly and clench onto nothing. Your intuition was answered to be right as his left hand tentatively brushed against the curve of his ass to finger himself. Since Esteban didn’t have anything to hold his weight anymore, his face got pressed even more into the mattress. His words and moans were coming out partially muffled because of it. 

“I want Aaah… I want you so badl— Ngggh.” 

His finger successfully found his asshole and had begun circling the entrance. It didn’t take long before Esteban pushed two fingers inside, not wanting to waste any more time. It went in with such ease that you suspected him to have lubed it in advance. 

Unconsciously, both of his hands started to move at the same paste in a rhythmic pattern. When he would stroke back to the base of his dick, his other hand would pull out of his hole. Then the same thing would happen again, but in reverse. 

He looked adorable when his eyes rolled back as the combination of sensations coming from both his ass and cock was getting too much for his poor brain. It was also getting harder for you to comprehend what he was babbling out, but you rejoiced in the sounds he made nonetheless.

His movements became more messy. In this hazed state he had to force his fingers out of him to focus both of his hands on his dick instead. Esteban gripped his shaft and started making a tight twisting motion, pulling additional moans from him. His body was covered in sweat with all the effort he was putting into this private little show, for your pretty eyes only. 

You knew that it was all a sign that he was inching closer and closer to release, and you were soon proven to be correct. You knew your good boy well after all. 

“I’m Mmm gon’ c-cum—”

He cried out your name in a high-pitched whine as he came, coating his stomach and the sheets with thick ropes of cum. He bucked a few more times in his hands, before gradually slowing down his movements. 

"Aaaah…Ngh... n-nngh..."

He lay motionless for a few seconds, except for the occasional shudder of his legs. He painfully got up, every one of his movements seemed slowed down. When he got closer to the camera, you could finally see his messed up face in all its glory. He had drool leaking down his chin, his cheeks were red as if he got slapped and you could see traces of dry tears on his skin. He gave you a weak smile, then the video stopped.

You were left there, in the complete silence of your room, after witnessing the most toe curling video of all time. You slowly clicked on the call option while getting ready. This was going to be a long night. 

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I hope this satisfied the thirst of the Esteban simps 😌

[faraway-archive]

Favorite Secretary

Yan!CEO x GN (secretary) Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption

AN; Sorry for any mistakes, and no plot- smut :p

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Gasping for air as you grasp his desk as he keeps fucking you. Trying to keep your moans down as his cock fits perfectly into your hole, as if it was made for him and that just made him more feral. He wants to hear more of you, if only you didn't have to be quite while he fucks you brainless. Every time both of you have sex he is very happy about ruining your career, he did everything in his power to make sure you only work with him. That you are under his control. He made sure you got rejected and blacklisted from working anywhere else but his company. Even better that you are his secretary, it helps to make sure you are closer to him than before.

He keeps ramming into you and grabs your waist tightly, making sure you don't fall onto his desk. He wants to make sure you feel his dick inside of you, at some point he pulls you up and makes you sit on his dick. Opening up your legs and just starts ramming his dick into your hole, you lost it and moaned loudly. You can't help it, his dick feels good as he keeps going in and out, it doesn't help that he is taller and buffer to. He has all that muscle and it wasn't for show, it's something that he can use to his advantage.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. You love taking my cock right? Panting like crazy, grabbing my arm as if that can stop me from being in your tight hole."

You couldn't say anything but moan. His dick is too good, too good for you to mumble anything but a slight 'yes'. Grabbing his arms as he goes into you, begging to cum. You can't help it- his dick is too good for you to keep it in longer and you just need to let it go. You can't think straight anymore besides his dick. You hate it, you wish that you didn't have to come to this life. If only you didn't get blacklisted from the job site, you could have been anywhere else. But on the other hand you can't deny, this job is good and it helps keep you afloat in the current world. If only your CEO wasn't so.... obsessed with you, but I guess that comes with the job.

"I will only cum if you beg for it." "Please let me cum! Let me, please please," You kept blabbing, unable to make coherent sentences or thoughts. His dick is too much for you. "Cum then, since you're desperate enough for my dick."

As soon as you came, he still kept going. At this point you felt overwhelmed and your legs shake violently. Soon after he came inside of you- no warning as you feel his cum inside of you. Gasping as he slowly pulls his dick out, watching his cum drip out of your hole.

"Good.. you did so well. I'm proud of my little secretary, taking my dick well. But you did moan loudly... ah well that's another time. Good job." Smiling as he helps clean you up, dressing you in your outfit and watching you struggle to leave his office as if nothing happened.

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Below this is old writing, I didn't like the way it was heading so yeah, didn't feel like deleted it LOL

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ You always kept quiet and did your own things. Wondering why the CEO would make you be his own secretary, didn't he have one before? You wonder what happened to them. Shaking your head you continued your job, scheduling meetings, responding to emails, all sorts of boring but important tasks. While in the mists of your task, Lux, the CEO called you to his office. That's weird, he never called you to his office unless it was an emergency. Aka you fucked up. Gulping, you finished up sending the last email and began to walk up to his office.

While you were walking up to his office, Lux was eagerly waiting for you. He has done so much to get you to be this close, just a bit more and you will be his. He was able to mess up your life to the point to where you now depend on this job to survive. He was getting tired of his old sectary anyways, but you. You were appealing to him. Something about you appealed to his taste, you were someone so pure, kind-hearted, something that he mostly lacked. You touched his heart when he first saw you in that small café. He was going to pass that until he heard your voice, and than he saw you. You captivated his attention. He just had to have you. To make you his. He smiles as he eagerly waited for you, he just can't wait to make you his. No matter what.

You made it to his office, standing in front of it you softly knocked. Hearing a muffled 'come in' you opened the door. Lux. The CEO sitting in his desk, smiling at you and gesturing to come closer to his desk. You do, very shakily. When you arrived at his desk, he stands up and walks towards you, Lux towering over you as he slowly leans in to your face. You slowly back away from him until your back hits his desk.

Glancing up at him he smirks, one of his hands holds the back of your hair and yanks it. Making you look at his ceiling and felt his breath on your neck. Kissing your neck as his other hand travels down into your pants. Gasping as he quickly unbottles your pants and watching it slide down.

[yuutryingtowrite]

Are any of your guys masochistic? Because CEO seems like he would endure having scalding coffee "spilled" on him and would view it as attention from his love

Stalker: He likes a bit of rough treatment (hair pulling, pushing him around, lightly stepping on him)

Maid: Planning to pair him up with a vampire!reader, so by default, he enjoys getting bitten

CEO: ABSOLUTELY. He lives to make reader snap and go wild on him. He does like any kind of attention from his darling, so he probably made a point to annoy reader before that coffee spill happened lol

[vonne-inc]

product: yandere boss - stolen shirt.

gender neutral reader. masturbation with clothing. typical pervert stuff. (a little bit of) yandere behavior.

the day was quiet— the only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. tick, tick, tick, tick. a small reminder, one all too evident, that you weren't around. not now, at least.

even if your absence was temporary, he couldn't stand it. the growing need to see you was growing, and it was becoming unbearable. the only thing that kept him under control was knowing when you'd be back.

his body grew tense, looking at the ticking clock. five hours, nine minutes, and fifty-three seconds. it was still too long... still too much.

"sir?" his eyes snapped to the voice, his dilated pupils contracting. heels clicked against the floor, and soon, a plastic bag was set on his desk, "your lunch." staring at the bag, a familiar logo stamped on it, he quietly hummed.

as quickly as the substitute assistant came, she left. he paid no mind, focusing on the food. pulling the take-out container, his fingers skillfully opened it as he wafted in the smell. it was nothing expensive, rather cheap from a nearby restaurant. although it was special; a dish you commonly ordered.

ah, right. you.

his eyes flickered back to the clock. five hours, three minutes, and thirty-one seconds. only six minutes passed, "fuck..." he mumbled, the itching feeling growing again. his skin tingled, brows narrowed, and shoulders tensed.

pushing aside his lunch, letting it touch the end of his desk. he pulled his desk drawer out; a black, clean chest is shown into view. with a diligent motion, he grabs the key from his pocket and opens it with eager hands.

a sigh leaves his lips, pupils dilating once more as he spots the items inside. clothing, candid photos, perfumes, etcetera. all of it being yours. things to keep him managing whenever you're not around.

picking up one of the shirts he'd collected, unzipping it from its ziploc bag, he carefully takes the cloth and inhales your smell. it smelt just like you; your natural musk mixed with perfume.

the more he breathed in, his pants tightened as it showed his evident arousal. his legs spread wider, cock twitching, as his mind began to wander.

what would you do if you found him like this? force him to his knees and degrade him as he shows you how sorry he is? worshipping your sex with his mouth as he pleas for forgiveness.

would you let him bend you over his desk, fucking you with primal need? him whispering each perverted fantasy he's had of you; his assistant. praising you as he rips an orgasm from you repeatedly.

without thinking about it, his hands drag down his buttons shirt and toward his black pants. working at his belt, it falls loose as he slides his pants down— enough to free his cock.

the tip red, leaking with precum already, he begins to trace the veins of his length. his head throws back, eyes snapping shut as he continues. the stolen shirt had fallen from his grasp and hung on his lap, the smell still reaching his senses.

he reaches for it again, grasping it in his hand, while bucking his hip into the fabric. the loud groan resounded throughout his office. the act of your clothing being wrapped around his cock was enough to get him a needy mess.

his hand begins to stroke the cloth along his shaft, meeting the tip as it soaked in the precum forming. hips bucking up, digits balling into a fist around himself, he couldn't resist fucking into the shirt.

all he could imagine was what you'd look like with his cock thrusting inside of you. the way your face would contort, how your moans and gasps would sound, how stunning you would look riding him with his cum soaking your stomach and chest.

at that thought, he could feel the coil tightening. his grunts grew louder, eyes rolling into his skull. his thrusts became more erratic whilst his office chair squeaked underneath him.

ropes of white shot from his slit, soaking into the shirt and coating the end of his desk. cum hit his clothes, and he choked back a sob at the relief.

once he calmed down, he stared at the shirt in his grip that was still wrapped around his cock. before he thought about another perverted fantasy and become hard, he grabbed the ziploc and secured it back into the chest as he closed the drawer.

and while those hours without you were still unbearable, all that surrounded his thoughts was how much he couldn't wait to leave his newfound gift at your doorstep. he just knows that you'll be surprised to see your favorite shirt covered in his cum.

[s0upbuggi]

✨The Ladies Love a CEO✨

I ADORED this song (and honestly all of @luluyamofficial 's other songs) and made a secretary lass to doodle with the Divine CEO herself ✨✨

The Secretary Lady's name is Penelope!

(i posted this on twitter too but my audience here is more active i think?)

[chojomojo]

the not so good thing about cool tattoo designs is that i forget to draw them too many times

[marclef]

alright.... SO. since there has been.... a very big influx of people asking for Fake Peppino hugs. i have taken the liberty of making this easier for myself and shoved them all into (mostly) one drawing!! hooray!!!

(aside from 2 that i couldn't fit, and felt like drawing differently. but... you'll see!)

but anyways, i hereby present... THE FAKE PEPPINO HUG PILE!!!

featuring the hug-ees @noodletime (don't worry, he's been given VERY strict rules not to eat you.), @juliatv, @lavenderrvalleyy, @cyanityinsanity101, @yoyosiuwu, @hamsterrodent, and @creat0rstudi0! i hope i drew you all right 🤗😊

.... and now, two more Fakeys for your (hopefully) viewing pleasure!!

for the lovely @thatspecificanomaly, with their "Fake" Brick... i think getting a hug might be a bit too dangerous for them though, Fake seems fairly suspicious...... 👀💧

and then for my friend @abbyroseflame24, because i couldn't figure out where the heck to fit her into the big drawing... so she gets a full-body snuggle instead 🤗

(... phew, that's like 10 asks out of the way now at least 😅)

[yanderemommabean]

Hi momma! Im ngl i kinda want smiley corps CEO to spoil me and lock me in a nice room. And sit in a huge porcelain bath tub and he helps me wash away my anxiety. But at the same time being spoiled by money is foreign to me so id probably be overwhelmed and push him away. I would like to hears thoughts of yan ceo in that sorta situation.

If you're like me and money is more commission to commission or paycheck to paycheck, it's understandable that suddenly being cared for and everything being paid for would make you highly uncomfortable! The CEO understands to an extent, but he starts to get a bit irked when you even insist on paying for food, gas, and even paying him back.

Why? That's like returning a gift! Is it too much? Not enough?! What does he have to do for you to accept it and his love?! He gets in such a tizzy you might have to explain to him a few times what's actually going on. Once he understands what the core issue is, he's still lost, but, more than willing to do what he calls "exposure therapy" to get it out of your system. Also known as paying for everything anyway and making you accept it, no ifs, ands, or buts. You WILL like your large room, expensive gifts, and nice long baths, and He won't let you try and talk yourself out of it.

And if you absolutely insist on paying him back, he'll ask that you just sit on his face so he can de-stress and just relax in his favorite position.

-Mommabean

[nejiowl]

Just realised I never uploaded Lily's sister Rose here! She's my DnD goober and is the party's 99% of combat effectiveness. She found an evil magical sword and thus became a warlock, slowly getting corrupted by the swords power.

[chris-prank]

I FINALLY DREW ESTEBAN (my yandere CEO) LIKE I IMAGINED HIM! 🎉

This guy is brat at work but babygirl at home. If you want him, he'll be your loving male wife.

Don't let this perfect slutty waist go to waste!

You can read the PART 1 of his story here!

[smileyjart]

So I've been doodling some more, the heiress lives rent free in my mind, so have some of her and her father (bonus Cleo working at the golf course as a punishment for spending Craig's company funds on designer bags)

[yuutryingtowrite]

Can you give me a ranking of your characters from most to least: who’s he biggest boyfailure?

I love this ask

Most

Stalker: Just poke him and he is turning red. Touch-starved and insecure baby.

Maid: Big tsundere that turns red at any sort of affection. He will tell you to stop, but definitely doesn’t want you to stop.

Salaryman: Super awkward. He will want to jump off a cliff after he tried to flirt back and ended up stuttering and fumbling like a loser instead.

Barista: He is good at flirting and teasing his darling. If you start getting serious though, it is over for him.

CEO: He will keep pushing his darling buttons until it gets him slapped. Then he is a goner.

Security guard: A bit difficult to fluster, but turns REALLY red when you succeed.

Least

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭— 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐅

Note: Check Description and other chapters first to understand the story ^^♡

Chapter 12

Bang Chan

For three weeks, neither Aria or I spoke to each other till it hit Christmas week. Everything I did to try to apologise to her was in vain. She declined a date, shut herself in her room when I was at home, she was the one who was neglecting me.

While she was giving me her silent treatment, I flew to Paris during those weeks to pay a visit to our second largest headquarters before returning home with my parents to spend the holidays.

Leaving the city felt good but coming back to my minimalistic living room turned to some catalog-ready, idyllic Christmas wonderland, with a huge white tree and lights decorating my walls felt suffocating.

Oh for Christ's sake.

It looks like she took use of my Amex I left on her night stand before my depature.

Aria gave occasional smiles and a "dinner's ready" since my parents are staying at my place till the New Years, but her cold shoulder towards me felt more pronounced than ever even though she played a happy wife around her in law's.

And it was not that I cared.

Yes you do.

Burning pain and guilt crawled up my skin as I sat alone in the quiet living room, the twinkling Christmas lights mocking me with their false cheer. The weight of our distance began pressing down on me relentlessly.

Why did it feel like everything was unraveling? This was supposed to be easy, clean-cut, no complications. A contract, a simple arrangement to keep things professional and manageable. But nothing about this felt manageable anymore.

This shouldn't affect me this much, since I was the one who kept pushing Aria away when she tried to talk to me. I should be happy that now she was the one distancing herself, giving me the space I wanted.

But I wasn't happy. Far from it.

The reality of her absence, even when she was physically present right now, gnawed at me. The silent treatment, the cold glances, the avoidance—it all hurt more than I cared to admit.

I didn't feel bad when I did the exact same thing to her but when she did it to me, it fucking burned like drowning in lava.

Narcissistic bastard

"Christopher." A sudden rough voice, calling out my name pulled me away from my thoughts. I looked up to find my my father standing at the end of the couch, his hand holding a glass of soda with ice.

"Hello, father" I sat up straight on the couch as my father's hand clapped my back, he took a seat next to me. He took a sip of his drink, keeping the glass on the coffee table with a gentle clink, turning to me with a somewhat worried expression.

"What's wrong? Why are you sulking?" He asked as he leaned back on the couch, his eyes studying me intently.

I sighed, glancing away to avoid his piercing gaze. "It's nothing. Just... thinking."

He frowned, the lines on his forehead deepening. "Thinking about what?"

"Just work and the launch," I took a deep breath hoping he'll not ask about my marriage. My father didn't know and didn't need to know about the contract or the agreement Aria and I had.

He narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced. "Work, huh? You sure that's all it is?"

I forced a smile, trying to sound convincing. "Yeah, just a lot on my plate."

He nodded slowly, but his expression remained skeptical. "Christopher, sometimes it helps to talk about what's really bothering you. Bottling things up never does any good."

I shifted uncomfortably, the weight of his words pressing down on me. "I appreciate the concern father, but it's really just work."

He nodded slowly, taking another sip of his soda, the ice clinking softly.

"About Aria..." He started cautiously, I maintained my neutral expression trying not to let the tension in my chest show.

"She's being distant," he continued, his tone gentle yet probing. "Is everything okay between you two?"

I took a deep breath, grappling with how much to reveal. "We've hit a rough patch," I admitted finally, choosing my words carefully. He studied me intently and his eyes narrowed.

"Rough patch...I see."

The the air in living room suddenly felt harder to breath, as if the room was getting smaller and smaller. My father and I rarely ever have conversations that doesn't involve the company or his advices on settling down. Although the latter was put to end 3 months ago, a lingering pressure of a certain deadline felt heavy on me.

"Look son," My father begun slowly, for the first time in a long time, his voice was close to gentle.

"Your mother and I wanted the best for you. We know you are smart enough to lead the company one day which we never doubted,"

My breathing suddenly began increasing as if I was running laps.

"But you're the heir to Aurelius, and we couldn't have the heir to such a prestigious company go wild and jeopardize everything we've built." he continued, his voice tinged with concern.

"We had given you freedom your whole life, but it was time you came back to the real world."

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words settling heavily on my shoulders. The mention of Aurelius, our family's legacy, always brought with it a sense of duty and expectation. It was something I sometimes struggled to live up to even though after returning to the States, I devoted all my time for work.

"We knew you disliked getting married this soon, but Aria is a wonderful woman. She's smart, capable, and she surely genuinely cares about you," my father continued, his voice now filled with a mixture of empathy and firmness.

My eyes fell on the floor, my fingers tapping on the arm of the couch as his words resonated deeply within me. Aria had impressed me with her intelligence and kindness, yet, amidst the pressures of our arrangement and my own uncertainties, I had let those qualities fade into the background.

"I'm not going to bother you with marital advices like most fathers, but remember this," His voice was cautious yet determined.

"Every relationship has its ups and downs. What matters is how you handle the downs. But it's also in your hands to choose how you respond."

His words sunk deeper than it should. It was a reminder that despite the challenges, I had the power to influence the course of my marriage no matter long or short it is. Memories of our argument a few weeks ago flooded my brain.

"You're not just responsible for your actions, but also for your reactions," he continued, "Take ownership of your mistakes, but also be proactive in making things right."

He gulped down the last of his soda and got off the couch. And that was it.

My father wasn't the type to sit down and have long heartfelt conversations. Once he says what he has to say, he left it to resonate. Whether you take it or not, it's your choice.

"Merry Christmas, Christopher." He looked down at me, a small smile playing in the corner of his lips but if someone else saw it, they would hardly consider it a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Dad."

He left to the guest room, leaving me in the empty living room, having me replay his advice over and over in my head.

I went up to my room a few moments later, hesitating to open the door as Aria and I decided to stay in one place while my parents were here.

I slowly twisted the handle and stepped inside, Aria was on the bed with her tablet open, her legs crossed at the ankles and the night lamps on each side of the bed casting a soft warm glow.

She looked at me briefly for a second then shifted her focus on her screen. We had been staying in my room for 3 nights but every time I entered she'd be sleeping or when she was here I'd be in my study downstairs.

Tonight, we were both here.

I sat at the edge of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees as I watched Aria from the corner of eye doing what she was doing on her tablet. The silence between us felt thick and heavy, like an unspoken barrier neither of us were willing to breach.

"Aria..." I began, my voice almost a whisper. I had to swallow my pride and try to fix some part of this.

Because as much as I loved that we were living the way I wanted—separate lives when no one was looking— it fucked me up to the core when she pulled away completely.

She paused, her fingers halting on the screen, but she didn't look up. I took a deep breath and continued, "Aria, talk to me."

"What do you want me to say Chris? I thought this was what you wanted." she replied, her voice laced with frustration and resignation.

"I thought it was, too," I admitted, the words feeling heavy on my tongue. The words that would come out next didn't sound real to my own ears.

"But I didn't realize how much it would hurt to be," I swallowed the lump in my throat, "distant from you."

She finally looked up from her tablet, her eyes searching mine for any sign of sincerity.

"Hurt?" she echoed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. "You didn't seem to care when you pushed me away, when you made it clear this marriage was just a temporary agreement."

Fucking hell.

Every word that came out of her mouth felt like injecting venom into my bloodstream. But she was right. I couldn't understand why it fucking hurt so much when it shouldn't and when I didn't even want to care.

"Look Chris," She said, her voice softening but the tension still palpable.

"First of all, I apologize for lashing out on you and confronting you like that. I was just... I don't know why I was expecting more when you yourself told me not to. So, I'm sorry."

I stared at her, feeling a mix of frustration and guilt. Her apology, though sincere, only deepened the chasm between us.

"Aria, you don't need to apologize," I said, my voice strained.

She shook her head, her expression weary. "It doesn't change the fact that we both agreed to this arrangement. We both knew what we were getting into, or well now I realise."

"Aria, I—" I started, but she cut me off, her voice sharp. "Don't," she said, her eyes flashing with pain. "Don't say anything or try to make promises you can't keep. It just makes it harder for the both of us."

I clenched my fists, struggling to find the right words, each of her words hitting me like a punch to the gut.

"Get some rest Chris," She closed her tablet, keeping it on the night stand next to her, switching off the night lamp on her side. "I'm sure you must have had a long day."

The dismissal was clear, but the tension between us lingered. I wanted to say something more, to fill the gap, but the heaviness of her words and exhaustion stopped me.

I stood up from the edge of the bed and walked to my side, the room feeling colder, even if the heating was on. I switched off my own lamp, casting the room into darkness, the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains.

I heard her shift slightly, the sound of the sheets rustling as she turned away from me. The silence stretched on, heavy and suffocating.

There was a lot to make up for, a lot to prove, and I wasn't sure if I'd ever be able to bridge the gap I created.

But if this is how it's gonna be, then so be it.

The less attached we are, the easier it will be for me to leave her.

***

Christmas morning started with the soft glow of early sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue over the room. I woke up to find the space next to me empty, the sheets cool where Aria had slept.

I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced around the room. Aria's tablet was gone from the nightstand, and I could hear faint movements from downstairs.

With a sigh, I got out of bed, freshened up and dressed quickly in a pair of grey sweatpants and black t-shirt, the tension from last night still hanging over me like a dark cloud but I pushed it away.

I had better things to do that care about her silent treatment.

As I descended the stairs, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafted up, reminding me of the warmth of Christmas traditions. My parents were already up, seated in the dinning room, sipping their coffee and chatting quietly.

I had given the week off for Delilah and Daniel, Aria was probably alone in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Good morning," I greeted my parents, forcing a smile as I joined them.

"Morning, Christopher," my father replied, his gaze lingering on me with a faint hint of concern. My mother, ever perceptive, gave me a small, knowing smile.

"Hello son, good morning," she greeted warmly, though I could see the silent questions in her gaze. Questions I wasn’t ready to answer, not now, maybe not ever.

I returned the smile and took a seat in the dinning roon, pouring myself a cup of coffee. After a moment, I got up and to maintain the "happy couple" in front of my parents, I went to the kitchen and spotted Aria.

Her movements were precise and efficient as she busied herself in the kitchen, I hesitated for a moment, then moved to help her.

"Can I do anything to help?"

"Oh, hey Chris. Sorry I didn't see you," She said softly and her voice didn't feel forced.

"Yeah, I'd like some help. Can you take this to the dining table?" She pointed at the tray of a Christmas breakfast casserole.

"Sure," I said putting on a pair of oven mitts and picking up the tray, carrying it out to the table where my parents were seated.

After setting the table and once Aria joined us, the festive atmosphere passed by as we made small talk about the holiday plans, progressions about Aurelius and reminisced about past Christmases during breakfast, but there was a slight underlying tension between the two of us.

"Honey, let's not talk about work during a holiday," my mother said to my father as he started discussing the stock market with Aria.

She smiled back softly, almost interested in what he was saying anyway. “It’s okay, really. I don’t mind.”

I watched her closely, trying to decipher her thoughts. Was she genuinely okay, or was she just saying that for the sake of keeping the peace? I couldn’t tell what she was really feeling anymore.

I stayed there quitely watching her converse with my father. After the meals, we exchanged the presents in the living room, I watched as Aria unwrapped hers with a polite smile which she received from my parents.

"Oh Mother, Father, this is beautiful...Thank you,"

My parents exchanged a glance, visibly pleased by her reaction. "You're most welcome, darling," my mother replied warmly. "We thought you might like it."

"I love it. It's perfect," Aria's smile widened, a hint of gratitude sparkling in her eyes as she carefully set the gift a side.

When it was her turn, she handed out gifts with a grace that masked the strain between us. Finally, she handed me a small, neatly wrapped present. There was a small handwritten note attached on top.

To Chris, -Aria ♡

"Merry Christmas, Christopher," she said, our knees almost touching, her voice was slightly distant but soft, the golden lights of the tree sparkling in her eyes. I took her gift, feeling an unwanted lump in my throat as well as a mixture of gratitude.

As I carefully unwrapped it, I found a beautifully crafted, black leather journal with my initials embossed on the cover in cursive golden letters. The leather was soft to the touch, and as I ran my fingers over the smooth surface, I noticed the impeccable craftsmanship that went into its making.

Then I remembered that night in the kitchen—

It started with us making handmade journals, greeting cards, and personalized gifts for friends and family. People loved our designs and the personal touch, so we decided to turn it into a business.

It was thoughtful and felt really personal, a stark contrast to the tension that had defined our interactions lately.

"Wow..." I was lost for words, genuinely touched. "This is... really nice."

She gave me a small nod, the lights glittering in her gaze, flickering with a mixture of emotions I couldn't quite decipher, but a wide smile playing across her face.

"I thought it might help you organize your thoughts."

I nodded, swallowing hard, a rush of warm feelings settling in my chest. "It's perfect. Thank you so much." I smiled at her.

When it was my turn, I reached for a small, elegant blue velvet box nestled among the pile of gifts under the tree. The box was adorned with a subtle embossed logo of Aurelius and silver ribbon on the top right corner.

"Merry Christmas, Aria."

My heart raced rapidly as I handed it to her, unsure of how she would react after our weeks of cold shoulders. Her eyes widened slightly as she took the box, her fingers tracing the smooth velvet texture.

The tension in the room seemed to ebb momentarily as she slowly lifted the lid, revealing a stunning limited edition watch nestled inside. The timepiece was crafted with meticulous detail, featuring a delicate mother-of-pearl dial adorned with subtle diamond accents, and a slim, polished silver bracelet.

Along the watch was a matching bracelet, that was crafted with the same accents of diamonds and silver. And only ten pieces have been manufactured till today.

"Oh, Chris..." Aria breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as she admired the watch with awe. Her eyes continued to sparkle with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, a genuine smile spreading across her face.

Aria looked up at me, her expression softening. "Thank you," she said sincerely, her fingers gently tracing the contours of the watch. "Thank you so much. It's, it's so beautiful."

For the first time in a long time, her smile wasn’t forced, and that simple gesture sent a strange warmth coursing through my chest, unsettling me.

All my life I had always been focused on practicality, on maintaining control and distance. Emotions were a complication I rarely entertained. But now, seeing Aria's genuine appreciation, I felt something I couldn't quite explain.

"You're welcome," I replied, my voice softer than usual. "I'm glad you like it."

Aria carefully placed the watch and bracelet back in the box, her movements gentle and reverent. "You really didn't have to go to such lengths," she said, her eyes meeting mine. "But it means a lot to me."

"You deserve the best" I managed to say gently, swallowing the lump in my throat. But I meant every word.

She really deserves the best.

And I fucking sucked at being emotional.

All these feelings of warmth and tenderness were foreign to me, and frankly, I didn't like how they made me feel. Vulnerable and raw.

I could feel the gazes of my parents watching the two of us from the corner of my eyes. I suddenly felt exposed, like they could see through the mask I’d perfected over the years.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Lunch came and went, my friends Seungmin, Han, Changbin, Lee Know and I.N arrived, their presence filling the house with easy banter and laughter.

Felix and Hyunjin were off in Paris and Milan, attending Christmas galas for Louis Vuitton and Versace, and for a moment, I envied them. The simplicity of their distance, the absence of emotional complications.

The house was filled with chatter, providing a welcome distraction from the tension that had been lingering in my mind. Aria mingled effortlessly with everyone, her laughter and smiles so convincing that it was easy to forget the strain between us.

Although at this moment, I couldn't say if I was pretending for real or just pretending for the sake of it.

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