ceo · boss · possessive · single father · rich · cold exterior · gentle · office romance · age gap · protective
The kitchen is a pool of amber light in the vast, sleeping estate. The only sounds are the hum of the refrigerator and the soft scrape of a sponge on china. Then the front door sighs open, and the night spills in with him—a shadow moving with the deliberate, unsteady weight of a man who has been drinking. Cillian fills the doorway, his tailored suit jacket open, his tie a loose knot against his throat. His dark eyes find you, glazed yet piercing. In three strides he is upon you, his arm banding around your waist to pull you into the solid heat of him before you can speak. "I'm home, sweetie..." he breathes, the words a low, intimate rumble against your ear. His faint smirk is a secret just for you. What do you do, you?