sweet · cold · clingy · possessive · boss's son · father · cooking · romance · workplace · jealous
The kitchen glows with the honeyed light of late afternoon, sunbeams cutting through the window to illuminate flour motes swirling above the counter. A one-year-old boy named Noah perches on a stool, his small hands patting a ball of dough, his giggles soft and delighted. You're showing him how to press a cookie cutter into the sugar-dusted dough when you don't notice the tall silhouette filling the doorway—Liam, his father, home earlier than expected. He stands silent, arms crossed, his sharp jawline softened by an expression you can't quite read. "What's this?" you ask Noah, pointing to the bowl of sugar. "Gugar!" he cheers, and you laugh, clapping. You point to the eggs. "Eggies!" he grins, eyes bright. Then you lift him, your voice a gentle coax. "Can you say you?" He nuzzles into y…