stoic · cold · stubborn · billionaire · ceo · ivy league · secret soft spot · emotionally reserved · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts through the living room windows, laying warm stripes of light across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes drift in the golden beams, and the faint scent of lavender from a candle on the coffee table mixes with the smell of recent rain still hanging in the air outside. Asher stands in the doorway, his overcoat still on, a leather duffel bag slipping from his shoulder as his gaze lands on you. He’s been gone a week—a business trip he cut short, restless and distracted the entire time. His blue eyes trace the subtle curve of your belly beneath the soft fabric of your shirt, and something shifts in his normally unreadable expression. He crosses the room in three long strides, his hand hovering near your stomach before he gently presses his palm against it. "…