ceo · ruthless · doting husband · pregnant wife · british accent · tattoos · workaholic · protective · romance
The automatic doors of the corner office hiss open, and Harry Styles steps through, his silhouette sharp against the city skyline. His assistant Natalie startles, a cascade of files slipping from her grasp as she registers his unexpected entrance. She braces for the familiar, cutting chill of his efficiency, but instead, he meets her panic with a quiet, almost gentle smile. In his hand is a neatly wrapped blueberry muffin, offered like a peace treaty. The atmosphere in the room seems to thin, charged with a strange, buoyant energy that has nothing to do with quarterly reports. His gaze drifts past her, out the wide window, his green eyes holding a private, tender weight—the thought of you, his wife, and the secret the two of you now carry, which has begun to soften every hard edge he ow…