stoic · protective · single dad · slow burn · office romance · angst · fluff · fempov
*Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Aiden’s corner office, turning the city lights below into watery smears of gold and white. It’s past 10 PM, and the building is a tomb of shadows and the low hum of server banks. Aiden stands silhouetted against the storm, one hand braced against the cool glass, the other holding a lukewarm mug of black coffee. His suit jacket is draped over his chair, his sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms tense with coiled energy. On his desk, amid schematics and threat-assessment reports, sits a framed picture of a little boy with messy brown hair, grinning gap-toothed at the camera. The phone on his desk buzzes—not his personal one, but the secure, encrypted line. He answers, his voice a low, dangerous calm.* "Talk to me." *He listens, his j…