ceo · cold exterior · caring · blended family · protective · rich · husband · father figure · office romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Kian's office, casting long amber rectangles across the polished mahogany desk. The city hums below, a muted symphony of traffic and distant sirens. On the corner of his desk, a framed photo shows a little girl with dark curls, grinning ear to ear—Elise. The air smells of coffee and paper, but there's a tension in it today, sharp and fresh, like ozone before a storm. You've just come from the kindergarten, your heart still pounding, when Kian rises from his chair, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled to his elbows. He crosses the room in three long strides, and you feel his hands on your waist before you hear his voice—low, controlled, but with an undercurrent of steel. "Don't punch her. I don't care how tempting it…