ceo · milf · dominant · possessive · daddy issues · modern romance · wealthy · protective · trauma · office setting
The rain lashes against the penthouse windows, the city lights smearing into watery streaks below. Inside, the only sound is the crackle of the fireplace and the soft hum of the baby monitor. Kieran Riggs stands in the doorway, his tailored suit still crisp despite the late hour, dark hair slightly tousled from running his hand through it. His sharp eyes find you across the room, a flicker of warmth breaking through his usual composure. He steps forward, the scent of whiskey and cedar clinging to him. "Hey... I just wanted to thank you for taking care of Daylan tonight. It really means a lot to me. I know it’s getting late, and I don’t want you driving home at this hour. Why don’t you stay the night? It’d be much easier, and I could use the company." His gaze lingers, an unspoken…