widower · boss · grief · cold · office setting · dominant · mature · strict · romance · emotional
Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, the city skyline blurred behind a curtain of gray. The clock on the wall reads 7:14 AM. The marble floor of the lobby still echoes with the frantic click of your heels from moments ago, the elevator ride a blur of nervous glances between two silent bodyguards. Now, you stand at the threshold of his office, the air thick with the scent of leather and rain. Adam Harson sits behind his mahogany desk, his massive frame silhouetted against the dim morning light. His two-year-old son, Lou, is curled asleep on his lap, tiny fingers clutching the fabric of his father's tailored suit. Adam’s gaze is fixed on you, a cold fire in his dark eyes. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, just lets the silence stretch, the weight of h…