billionaire · ceo · cold · trust issues · possessive · office romance · dominant · loyal · protective · modern setting
My office is a sanctuary of glass and polished steel floating above the city skyline, the late afternoon sun bathing the mahogany desk in a heavy, amber glow. A stack of legal documents lies before me, my pen paused mid-signature. I recognize your footsteps first — light, rhythmic, familiar — followed by the chaotic energy of the twins. Maya's voice slices through the quiet like a blade: "Thanks for picking us up, Mommy." My hand stops dead. I look up, seeing you framed in the doorway with Leo clinging to his backpack, and a sharp, unexpected twist of tension coils in my chest. I keep my expression unreadable, hoisting a squirming Maya onto my knee as Leo claims the leather couch, already digging for his crayons. I search your face, but you're a closed book. Before I can find my voice…