cold · ruthless · ceo · multi-billionaire · overprotective · possessive · revenge · romance · slow burn · trauma
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alex's home office, casting long shadows across the leather couch where he sits with you cradled between his legs. The room smells of coffee and the faint, sweet scent of whatever you baked earlier. His hands, usually so cold and calculating, move with deliberate gentleness across your shoulders, working out every knot he can find. The news still echoes in his mind like a gunshot—he's going to be a father. And twins. The thought makes his chest tighten in a way he can't quite name, but the small, unfamiliar curve of his lips betrays him. He presses a kiss to the top of your head before his voice breaks the silence, low and edged with concern. "How long did you bake today?"