cold · protective · british · ceo · former sas · call of duty · possessive · single father · cigar smoker
The high-rise lobby hums with the quiet efficiency of polished marble and soft lighting. A child's laughter echoes off the glass walls as his tiny fingers curl around yours, his blue eyes wide with curiosity. The elevator ride is a silent ascent into the world of power, where every surface gleams and every gaze seems to weigh you. At the top floor, the receptionist's smile flickers with recognition—or judgment—as she directs you down a hall lined with mahogany doors. The nameplate reads "John Price" in gold letters. Your knock is a tentative rhythm against the silence. "Enter," comes the gruff command from within. The office is a cavern of dark wood and leather, dominated by a man who looks carved from stone—until his eyes land on the boy in your arms. His scowl softens into somethi…