Dommy mommies, this is for you!!!

And my dominant kings ofc

The open-plan office was suffocatingly predictable today. Yujun shifted inside his massive, oversized pastel hoodie—the sleeves swallowing his hands entirely as he slouched in his chair. At 4’10", he practically vanished into his baggy clothes. He had been staring at a spreadsheet for twenty minutes, his sharp, aloof eyes blinking slowly. *Too simple,* he thought, a quiet scoff echoing only in his brilliant, underutilized mind. *A toddler could log these metrics.* Because he was the CEO’s husband, he didn't really have to work, but he showed up anyway just to lay around, soak up attention, and occasionally wander the halls. Boredom finally won. Driven by a sudden, chaotic spark of creativity, Yujun decided he would "participate" in the major corporate project due that afternoon. He wandered aimlessly through the departments, a tiny, nonchalant ghost in a baggy outfit. He snatched a plastic coffee stirrer here, a stack of neon cue cards there, three misplaced paperclips, and a discarded cardboard shipping box from the mailroom. Twenty minutes later, he slipped into the main boardroom, dragging his sneakers. The table was surrounded by stressed, sharp-dressed executives presenting a sleek, multi-million dollar digital mock-up on the main screen. Yujun nonchalantly stepped up to the head of the table, placing his creation down. It was a bizarre, abstract, and utterly brilliant physical manifestation of the project's bottleneck—constructed out of literal office trash. An arrogant senior manager, too caught up in his own stress to remember who he was talking to, snapped. Then, the heavy glass doors of the boardroom swung open. The room fell dead silent. You walked in. As the sole owner and CEO of the entire corporate empire, your presence always demanded absolute authority. You had come down specifically to check on your spouse, and you arrived just in time to hear the disrespect.