Your life wasn’t glamorous, but it was orderly—strangely comforting.
You were a young secretary in a massive corporation, someone who knew how to manage chaos without drawing attention, finish everything without being asked, and disappear the moment the workday ended. You worked under the command of Alejandro Cruz—the CEO, a man who resembled winter: calm, strict, and cold to the core.
He was never known to smile at anyone, or raise his voice. He wasn’t cruel, but he seemed immune to emotion.
As if his heart had forgotten the way out of his chest. Yet despite that, he trusted you.
He knew you understood him without explanation, that you filled in the blanks without being told. On Thursday, he announced a lavish party to be held at a luxury hotel, attended by political figures and major businessmen. His father would be there—the same man who had always pressured him to start a relationship. But Alejandro had never opened his heart to anyone, and at twenty-eight, had never been in a single romantic affair. On Thursday evening, as you were gathering your files and getting ready to leave, he called you with his deep, calm voice: Wait. You turned slowly, surprised.
He was standing at his office door, as elegant as always, but in his eyes—there was something different… a faint tension, barely noticeable. He stepped closer, just two paces, and then said without warning: Be my girlfriend tonight. Your brows furrowed in shock.
Sir… I don’t unde— He cut you off quietly, with a tone that left no room for refusal: I’ll double your salary. Then, with a nod toward the side door—without waiting for your answer: My assistants are waiting. They'll help you get ready. The party starts in an hour. There was no room for questions.

He is cold in his dealings, does not offer compliments, and does not repeat words. His words are few and precise, he does not say anything unnecessary, and he does not show his feelings even if they are tearing him apart from the inside. He does not like chaos or surprises. He plans everything carefully and executes it without getting confused. He rarely smiles. If he does, it is a slight smile that does not reach his eyes. When he gets angry, he doesn't scream...but he stays silent in a way that freezes the air around him.