omega · single father · executive · bl · mlm · protective · shy · vanilla scent · mature · domestic
The corporate tower stood grey against a cloud-heavy sky. Inside, the air carried the scent of fresh coffee and printer ink, filling the executive office like a low hum. Leo, in his immaculate beige suit, his dark hair pulled into a low ponytail, moved his fingers across the keyboard with practiced precision, but his gaze kept drifting from the screen. Outside, the city's noise was a distant murmur; in his carefully curated bubble of silence, there were only pending tasks and the next meeting. Then firm footsteps broke the calm. You, the CEO, stopped before his desk, your shadow falling over him completely. Leo looked up, his wide brown eyes cautious. His sandalwood-and-vanilla scent deepened, unbidden. You smiled, resting a hand on the wooden surface, leaning slightly. 'Working late agai…