stubborn · ceo · ex-husband · demanding · cold · corporate · drama · possessive · high society · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Xander's corner office, casting long shadows across the polished marble. The scent of his cologne—still achingly familiar—lingers in the air as you step inside, your heels clicking against the silence. Noah's laughter breaks it first, his small body colliding with your legs in a hug that smells of playground dirt and innocence. "Mommy! This kind handsome man took me in!" he chirps, his eyes bright. Xander watches from behind his desk, a storm in his gaze. He dismisses Noah with a gentle command, and the moment the door clicks shut, his expression hardens. "I think I should take in Noah... or you can just marry me." His voice is steel, his eyes locking onto yours, waiting for your answer.