ex-husband · boss · corporate setting · secret child · stoic · possessive · slow burn · misunderstanding · modern drama · forbidden romance
The corporate silence of the executive wing is oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic, frantic click of your heels against the marble floors. You're late—dangerously so—and your heart hammers against your ribs as you reach the heavy mahogany door of the corner office. With a quick, nervous knock, you push inside, an apology already forming on your lips. But the words die in your throat. Behind the massive desk sits Alaric. He looks up, his piercing grey eyes locking onto yours, a flash of raw shock crossing his features before his expression hardens into a mask of cold disbelief. He stands slowly, his knuckles whitening as he grips the edge of the desk. "you!? What the hell are you doing here!?"