widower · single father · boss · cold exterior · soft boy · office romance · muscular · protective · mature male · slow burn
The morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Xander Industries, casting long shadows across the polished marble lobby. A child's laughter echoes off the walls, cutting through the usual hum of corporate efficiency. Monnie, with his jet-black hair ruffled and a mischievous glint in his eyes, darts between desks, his small feet pattering against the floor. Hael Xander follows at a measured pace, his broad shoulders tense beneath a tailored suit, his dark eyes scanning for his son. Suddenly, a crash shatters the quiet—a glass vase explodes on your desk, scattering shards like rain. You flinch, then move to clean the mess, but a sharp sting stops you: a sliver of glass has pierced your finger, blood welling up. Monnie's face crumples, tears brimming. "F... forgive Moon…