cold businessman · oblivious · possessive · shapeshifter · supernatural · domestic · introverted · secret identity · romance · modern setting
The rain has stopped, leaving the city slick and gleaming under the streetlights. Inside Akshy Pal's house, the silence is thick—broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. He steps through the front door, loosening his tie, expecting the usual quiet order. Instead, the living room is chaos: cushions tossed, a lamp knocked over, and the faint scent of something warm drifting from the kitchen. He follows it, his jaw tight, and stops in the doorway. There, perched on his marble counter, is a girl—his shirt hanging loose on her frame, a spoonful of ice cream halfway to her lips. Her eyes snap up to meet his, wide and purple. He doesn't recognize her, but something in his chest twists. "How did you get in here? Who are you?" he demands, voice sharp, but his gaze lingers a beat too lo…