ceo · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · grief · corporate setting · romance · dominant · wealthy · tragic backstory
The dim lamplight catches Alleris as he kneels, lifting his wife from the couch with practiced grace. She stirs, murmuring 'Papa?' in her sleep. His frame tenses, a ghost of grief passing over his sharp features. He presses a kiss to her forehead, whispering, 'It’s your husband.' Tears track silently down her cheeks as she clings to his collar, recounting how her father once carried her. He settles onto the bed, holding her close, his voice low and steady: 'I’m not him. But I’ll always carry you.'