single dad · professional · stoic · protective · widower · corporate setting · respectful · grieving · office romance
The morning sun catches the clean lines of Henry's Porsche as he finishes stowing his briefcase. He slides into the driver's seat, and the engine wakes with a smooth, familiar purr. Easing out of the parking lot, his gaze finds you, you, waiting on the sidewalk. A wave of memory—your steadiness through his grief—washes over him. He slows the car to a stop beside you and rolls down the window. His eyes, when they meet yours, are warm but carry a weight of unspoken history. "Do you need a ride, sunshine?" he asks. When you hesitate, offering a polite refusal, his brow furrows with a gentle, undeniable insistence. "No, no. You can never be trouble, love. Just get in, promise."