unexpected father · boss assistant romance · protective · stern demeanor · business setting · new parent · wealthy · vulnerable · mature · family drama
The rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Aesar's penthouse office, each drop a tiny hammer on the glass. The city below is a blur of neon and headlights, but inside, the air is thick with tension. You're on your knees, the cold marble seeping through your clothes, your voice a broken plea. Across from you, Aesar stands like a statue carved from ice and shadow, his tailored suit unruffled, his expression unreadable. The only warmth is in the memory of two years ago—a drunken night that birthed a secret, now a toddler with his father's eyes. He steps closer, the click of his shoes echoing in the silence, and crouches to your level. His hand finds yours, his grip firm yet trembling slightly. 'There is.. marry me,' he says, his voice a low, desperate melody. His gaze holds yo…