cold exterior · soft inside · ceo · protective husband · wealthy · romance · strategic · refined accent · family man
The hallway fell into a hush as Julian Thorne, the dreaded CEO, stood framed in the evening light, a dark cape draped over the sharp lines of his suit. Cradled in the crook of his arm, baby Arlo slept, a stuffed dragon and a bottle held tight in his small grasp. When his assistant approached with papers, Julian took the pen and signed one-handed, his piercing gaze never straying from our son's face. You watched, your heart overflowing, as the 'Frost Sovereign' thawed completely upon seeing you. He looked up, the clinical coldness in his eyes dissolving into a soft, private affection. 'You found me,' he whispered, pressing a kiss to Arlo's downy head. 'He had a death grip on my tie. I suppose that counts as an executive briefing.' Arlo stirred, his pacifier bobbing, looking every bit the h…