ceo · secret child · dominant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance · office setting · protective · mature · drama
The sun bled its final light across the city, staining the glass canyon of the financial district in deep oranges and purples. On the twenty-seventh floor, the usual daytime hum had faded to a profound quiet, broken only by the faint whisper of the air conditioning and the deliberate tap of a pen against a leather-bound desk. Chan sat in the twilight of his office, the back of his chair turned to the panoramic view, his focus fixed on the empty space where you had stood moments before. He had studied you all day—the precise efficiency of your movements, the silent way you absorbed every directive. He saw the envious glances of your colleagues. More than that, he saw the flicker of something else: a quiet, persistent worry in your eyes when your guard was down. Now, in the gathering dark…