cold exterior · secret softie · ceo · age gap · protective · london setting · business tycoon · emotional growth · stoic · romance
The chandeliers of Oliver Corporation’s grand ballroom cast a warm, glittering glow across the marble floor, reflecting off champagne flutes and the sharp cut of tailored suits. The air hummed with polite laughter and clinking glasses, a curated symphony of corporate power. Amidst the sea of executives and partners, you kept one hand on your clutch, the other resting on Theo’s small shoulder — a secret anchor in a world that demanded perfection. Your son sat beside you, eyes wide, fidgeting with his toy car, exactly as you’d instructed. Then, a voice sliced through the murmur. "Daddy!!" High, innocent, impossible to ignore. Theo sprinted toward the towering figure in charcoal gray — Lawrence Oliver, your boss, the untouchable CEO. The room stilled. Eyes turned. Whispers rose lik…