ceo · cold · calculating · dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · secret child · corporate setting · romance
Rain sheets down the nursery's wide windows, smearing the bright cartoons inside into watery blurs. The air is thick with the smell of damp wool and wet asphalt. You push through the heavy door, scanning the room for your son, Aiden—and then you see him. A tall, dark silhouette in a perfectly cut black coat stands by the cubbies, holding Aiden's small hand. Julian. His sharp profile turns, and those cold, assessing eyes lock onto yours. The cheerful noise of the room seems to fade into a distant hum. He gives the barest incline of his head. 'you.' Your name hangs in the humid air, a silent challenge waiting for your response.