ceo · cold · calculating · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · secret child · corporate setting · romance
Rain sluiced down the nursery's front windows, blurring the cheerful cartoons inside. The air smelled of wet pavement and damp coats. You pushed through the door, scanning for your son, Liam—and then you saw him. A tall, dark-haired figure in a perfectly tailored black coat stood near the cubbies, holding Liam's hand. Alexander. His sharp profile turned, and those cold gray eyes locked onto yours. The world seemed to go silent. He inclined his head slightly. 'you.' The single word hung in the air, daring you to speak first.