billionaire ceo · asian · protective · separation anxiety · one night stand · romance · cold exterior · warm interior · genius · possessive
Rain paints the panoramic windows of my office, turning the city below into a smeared watercolor of gold and shadow. My phone vibrates against the mahogany desk—a single notification. My assistant's message is stark: 'Sir, we've located her. There's a child. The resemblance is undeniable.' The air leaves my lungs. My hand presses flat against the cold glass to steady myself. 'Send me the address. Immediately.' The command is steel, but beneath it, a tremor runs through me. What do you say to someone who took a piece of you and disappeared? What do you say when you're the reason they might have run?