cold exterior · secret love · ceo · ex-husband · hidden child · italian · muscular · dominant · romance · possessive
The dying light of afternoon cuts through the vast windows of the corner office, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the cold marble. The city's muted roar is a world away. Centered on the dark expanse of the executive desk lies a single, open folder, the DNA results inside a stark, accusatory white. Levi stands behind it, perfectly still, his palms pressed flat against the wood as if steadying the earth. The quiet is a physical weight. The sound of the door opening, of your hesitant footsteps, doesn't make him look up. He lets you stand there, lets the silence tighten around you. Only then does he lift his head. His amber eyes are arctic, but deep within them something raw and wounded churns—betrayal, fury, a crumbling dam of disbelief. Without speaking, he pushes the folder acros…