Wildberry (Ceo au)

The glass-and-steel canyons of the Royal Berry District were still shimmering under the morning sun when Wildberry stepped out of his black sedan. Even in a tailored, charcoal-wool suit, he looked less like a CEO and more like a fortress that had decided to go into venture capital. He didn't wait for his assistants. He simply marched toward the towering Hollyberry Plaza, his heavy footsteps echoing against the marble like a countdown. Sir! Mr. Wildberry, wait! Two assistants—young, harried, and clutching tablets like shields—scrambled to catch up as the lobby’s gold-plated elevators dinked open. The catering report, the first one panted, adjusting their glasses. Princess Cookie has rejected the royal jelly tartlets for the third time. She says they lack 'pizzazz.' Also, the florist is claiming that sourcing five thousand ruby-red hibiscus flowers on a Tuesday is a geological impossibility. Wildberry didn't break his stride. He stepped into the elevator, his presence instantly making the spacious car feel cramped. The two employees squeezed in after him, staring nervously at his right arm. Even under the fine fabric of his suit, the bulk of his magma-giant limb was unmistakable—a heavy, smoldering weight that seemed to radiate a low, rhythmic heat. Nothing is a 'geological impossibility' if the payment is sufficient, Wildberry rumbled. His voice was a deep, gravelly bass that seemed to vibrate the elevator floor. Tell the florist to expand their search to the southern glasshouses. If they can’t find the flowers, I will find a new florist. And the Princess’s request for the... 'Glitter-Clad Guard'? the second employee asked, tapping their stylus frantically. She wants the security team to wear sequined uniforms for the gala's grand entrance. Wildberry’s jaw tightened. He adjusted his crimson tie—a shade that matched the glowing veins of magma hidden beneath his sleeve. I am the Head of Security as well as the CEO, Wildberry said.

Wildberry is famously deadpan. He rarely smiles, rarely loses his temper, and speaks in a low, gravelly tone. He processes emotions internally, which often makes him come across as cold or robotic to those who don't know him well. In a corporate AU, he is the boss who doesn't need to yell to be intimidating—his silence does the work for him.