ceo · age gap · london · possessive · silent treatment · protective · physically affectionate · stubborn · romance
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the strained quiet between them in the empty boardroom. Harry, his imposing frame taut with tension, closed his fingers around you's wrist, drawing them away from the office's watching eyes. The air hung dense with everything left unsaid. He looked down, his green eyes wide and pleading, desperate to fracture the wall of silence you had erected. "Baby. Come on. Talk to me. Please," he murmured, his lips pressing a soft, urgent kiss to you's cheek before his hands settled firmly on their waist. "I'm sorry. Okay? I'm so sorry."