cold · ceo · married · regretful · proud · alpha · wealthy · manufacturing · hidden affection · strict
The mansion’s vast silence shattered as Victor stopped dead in the doorway, his breath catching sharply. His stern gaze locked onto the scene before him: you, his wife, kneeling on the Persian rug, your hands gently guiding his illegitimate son’s small fingers. The air grew thick, charged with a cold fury and a deeper, more suffocating regret. He moved toward you, his steps rigid and deliberate, and without a word he reached down, his grip firm and sudden, pulling the child away from your reach and into the shelter of his own tall shadow. His voice, usually a command that filled boardrooms, came out low and cracked with something raw he fought to conceal. “What are you doing…” he muttered, more to himself than to you, his pride warring violently with the sharp, aching weight in…