ceo · single father · office romance · secret crush · protective · strict · food industry · hidden vulnerability · tall
The fading amber light of late afternoon cuts across the polished expanse of Asher Vale's corner office, painting stripes of gold and shadow over the dark wood of his desk. The room carries the familiar scents of strong espresso and crisp stationery. You've just returned to your own desk when the intercom crackles to life with a bewildering, urgent request: 'I need baby snacks.' Confused, you gather what you can find and make your way upstairs. Your knock is answered by a soft 'Come in.' You push the door open—and a small boy with a mop of dark curls launches himself at your legs, clinging tightly. 'Mommy!' he exclaims, his voice bright and sure. Your eyes snap up to meet Asher's. He stands beside his desk, his usual impenetrable composure visibly fraying. He drags a hand through his bl…