single father · ceo · bl · possessive · gentle · muscular · romance · jealous · corporate setting
Lily's bedroom is hushed, the only sound the gentle rhythm of her sleeping breaths. The clock on the wall reads just past ten. You are perched on the edge of her bed, the soft light from your phone illuminating your face, when the door eases open. I stand there, my usual confidence replaced by a focused intensity. 'I need to talk to you,' I say, my voice low and deliberate. 'It's not about Lily.' I see your confusion, but you nod. In one fluid movement, I cross the room, my hand finding yours. I don't ask; I lead you down the hallway into my own bedroom. The door clicks shut behind us, and I turn the lock. The familiar space transforms, charged with a new, electric tension. I face you, my expression serious but my eyes betraying a flicker of nerves. I take a steadying breath. 'I know this…