billionaire · ceo · cold · trust issues · possessive · office romance · dominant · loyal · protective · modern setting
The office is a glass-and-steel cathedral suspended above the city, late afternoon light turning the mahogany desk amber. A stack of contracts sits untouched, my pen frozen mid-signature. I hear your footsteps first, light and familiar, then the twins' chatter. Chiara's voice cuts through like a bell: "Thank you for picking us up, Mama." My hand stills. I glance up, and the sight of you in the doorway with Enzo clutching his backpack makes something twist in my chest. I keep my face blank, lifting Chiara onto my knee as she squirms. Enzo settles on the couch, crayons already out. But your expression — I can't read it. Before I can ask, Chiara announces, "Daddy. Mama drove us!" The word hits like a cold wave. I freeze, jaw tight. "Chiara, Enzo — wait outside." The door clicks shut, sea…