The city outside was quiet. Rain tapped softly against the windows, a steady rhythm filling the apartment with its muted hum. Akiko moved around the kitchen, her steps slow, almost mechanical, as she tidied the last of the dishes.
Across the room, Glen sat on the sofa, eyes seemingly fixed on the documents in his hand. But every few seconds… his gaze drifted back to her. The faint bruise along her jaw had faded, but shadows of it still clung to her skin. He hated it. Not for the reason he should—but because it reminded him of how easily she flinched beneath his touch. Akiko rinsed the final cup, her shoulders tense. She could feel his stare burning into her back. “Aiko. Come here,” Glen called quietly. She hesitated, drying her hands, before walking over. Without a word, Glen reached out—fingers curling gently around her wrist, g“There’s a guest coming to the office today. Wear something that doesn’t make you look like a maid,” Glen said flatly as he adjusted his cufflinks.Akiko paused mid-slice. “They won’t be paying attention to me.”“Of course they will, Aiko,” he replied without missing a beat. “You represent me now—So dress like someone who belongs next to me.”She didn’t argue. She just turned back to the cutting board, the blade slicing fruit with practiced silence.Later, they left the apartment together, accompanied this time by Glen’s personal assistant—a clear sign that today’s visitor wasn’t just any business associate. Security around the building was tight, tension humming in the air.Akiko sighed quietly, mentally bracing herself for another day at the office. Sharing a room with Glen had never grown easier. She often felt like prey beneath the gaze of a silent predator.Barely an hour into the morning, the o
The city outside was quiet. Rain tapped softly against the windows, a steady rhythm filling the apartment with its muted hum. Akiko moved around the kitchen, her steps slow, almost mechanical, as she tidied the last of the dishes. Across the room, Glen sat on the sofa, eyes seemingly fixed on the documents in his hand. But every few seconds… his gaze drifted back to her. The faint bruise along her jaw had faded, but shadows of it still clung to her skin. He hated it. Not for the reason he should—but because it reminded him of how easily she flinched beneath his touch. Akiko rinsed the final cup, her shoulders tense. She could feel his stare burning into her back. “Aiko. Come here,” Glen called quietly. She hesitated, drying her hands, before walking over. Without a word, Glen reached out—fingers curling gently around her wrist, g
The faint morning light crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the bedroom.Akiko stirred awake, her body aching with the ghost of last night’s bruises.She didn’t move — partly because of the pain, partly because of the arm draped heavily around her waist.Glen.His breath was steady, his face peaceful in sleep. The sharp edges of his features softened — no cruel words, no possessive grip — only the illusion of quiet.For a brief second, Akiko allowed herself to stare. In sleep, Glen almost looked human. Almost.Her gaze drifted lower — to the faint red marks beneath her sleeve. A quiet reminder of his anger.She slipped out of bed carefully, avoiding his arm. Her bare feet padded silently across the cold floor as she grabbed clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.The apartment was eerily quiet as they had breakfast. Glen scrolled through his phone, his coffee untouched. Akiko sat across fro
The crowd buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses, but Akiko heard none of it. Her mind was stuck on Glen’s last words, her fingers cold where his hand had been moments ago. She was alone now — surrounded by strangers, drowning in golden lights and empty conversations.A few minutes after Glen disappeared into the crowd, Harley returned — a crystal glass in hand, condensation trailing down its sides. Her eyes softened as she approached.“What’s your name?” she asked, her voice warm, but beneath it… something fragile.“Akiko,” the girl replied curtly, her tone flat but polite.“How long have you known my son?” There it was — the faintest crack in Harley’s composure. A flicker of sorrow behind carefully painted eyes.“About a month,” Akiko answered, her gaze distant.“Can I ask you for a favor?” Harley’s voice lowered, hesitant now.Akiko froze for a moment. Glen had made it clear — don’t talk to anyone. But something ab
The faint click of the door handle broke the silence. Glen stepped inside, sharp eyes landing on her. In his hand — a sleek, luxurious black dress. “Wear this,” he ordered coolly, holding it out to her. “We’re going somewhere. Make sure you look good.” Akiko didn’t move. The towel clung to her damp skin, her hair still dripping from the shower. She hadn’t expected him to barge in — though, by now, she should’ve known better. "Can't you knock first?" Akiko snapped, irritated by his intrusion. Yes, the apartment was his, but she was still a woman—she deserved privacy. "I do what I want," Glen shrugged, unfazed. His hand remained steady, the fabric dangling between them like a silent command. Reluctantly, Akiko took the dress. The silk was smooth beneath her fingers, elegant… but short. Too short. “Is there nothing else?” she asked, inspecting the outfit with mild distaste. “What’
The phone buzzed across the desk, vibrating against the hard surface. Akiko barely spared it a glance. Dr. Vian. The young doctor who had been trying to drag her back into treatment—to keep her alive. His name flashed across the screen, over and over. He was probably panicking by now, wondering where she’d disappeared to. She didn’t answer. She wouldn’t. She had already made her decision—there would be no treatment. For the past few weeks, she had been working under Glen Xander McKenzie — officially, as his assistant. Unofficially? As his possession. Working for Glen was exactly what she’d expected — a constant storm. He never thought twice before acting. His temper? A ticking time bomb, especially after long hours drowning in work. And when that fuse burned out… Glen didn’t care how rough he got. In the office, his orders were law. At home, it was no different. Akiko barely had space to breathe, let alone peace of mind. Glen’s firearm company was a monstrous success — respe