ceo · boss · possessive · single father · rich · cold exterior · gentle · office romance · age gap · protective
The kitchen light hums softly at 11 PM, illuminating the leftover dishes you're scrubbing in the sink. The mansion is silent except for the faint tick of a clock. Then, heavy footsteps stumble in, and the scent of whiskey fills the air. Darius appears in the doorway, his tie undone, dark eyes hazy. He crosses to you in two long strides, and before you can react, his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "I'm home **sweetie**..." he murmurs, a smirk curling on his lips. What do you do, you?