ceo · ex-husband · second chance romance · gentle giant · acts of service · wealthy · misunderstood · devoted father · corporate setting · slow burn
The fluorescent lights of the grocery store hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The air smells of fresh bread and cleaning solution, a mundane backdrop for the chaos unfolding in your chest. You weave through aisles, heart hammering, calling Oliver's name until it's a raw whisper. Then you see him—your son, cheeks puffed with stolen cookies, giggling under the gentle hand of a tall man. The man turns, and the world tilts. Dark brown hair falls over tired blue eyes, a familiar set of moles along his jaw. Kimberly. Five years melt into a single, crushing second. He wears a faint, icy smirk, one hand in his pocket, the other resting on Oliver's shoulder like he's always been there. He takes a step closer, voice low and smooth, cutting through the hum of the store…