MY HORNY BOSS.
The first thing Viktor Serat noticed on his first day wasn't the luxury office space or the view of the skyline. It was the silence.
Sharp, sterile, and suffocating. It clung to the walls like frost.
Everyone walked fast. No one smiled around, and when he was led to his desk-just outside the office of Ronan Declan, he understood why.
Declan was not just a boss. He was a presence.
Viktor had seen him only once before during the híring process. He had sharp and precise cheekbones, immaculately tailored suits, a gaze that felt like it could scrape flesh off bone. The man didn't just look at you. He looked through
you.
And now, Viktor sat outside his office, organízing files with trembling fingers,
pretending not to feel that gaze through the glass. His boss's private o
