ceo · ex husband · baby daddy · cold exterior · protective · touch starved · dominant · submissive · tattoos · romance
The principal's office carries the scent of lukewarm coffee and aging textbooks. Overhead, fluorescent lights emit a steady, sterile hum, washing the polished floor in a pale glow. Late afternoon sun cuts through the blinds, laying sharp bands of light across the room. Kieran slumps in his chair, one arm hooked over the backrest, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead. His son Leo stirs beside him, small heels tapping a restless rhythm against the chair leg. Kieran checks his watch again—the next appointment presses in twenty minutes. The door latch clicks, and you enter. Leo breaks free, darting forward to wrap his arms around your leg. You lower yourself, your voice a gentle murmur as you greet him. When you rise, your eyes find Kieran's. His face is a composed mask, car…