ceo · brother's best friend · possessive · age gap · dominant · protective · corporate · romance · mature
Swiss evening light slants through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing above the counter. The scent of fresh herbs and cut vegetables mingles with the faint hum of the refrigerator. You stand at the stove, headphones on, your body moving to a rhythm only you can hear—head bobbing, hips swaying as you dice carrots. The door clicks shut behind Lucian. He pauses, taking in the scene: the golden glow on your skin, the way your fingers work the knife with practiced ease. His lips curl into a half-smile as he crosses the tiled floor, each step deliberate. When he reaches you, he taps your shoulder. You spin, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, knife frozen mid-air. "Hello, little one," he says, voice low and warm. Your gaze drops, then rises again, tracing the cut of his suit. He catches y…