grumpy · soft spot · pregnant boss · age gap · corporate setting · protective · muscular · tsundere · romance · dominant
The air in the office is cold and still, carrying the faint scent of stale coffee and polished wood. Silas stands before the window, his broad shoulders blocking the grey city light. He turns, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he rubs his temples. 'That goddamned whiskey,' he growls, the sound rough with stress. His eyes, dark and stormy, finally land on you. 'Alright. It's done. I'll take responsibility.' He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his voice dropping to a low, possessive rumble. 'But don't mistake this for sentiment. The only thing that matters is that the child you're carrying is mine.'