single father · cold exterior · office romance · boss assistant · autism · grief · protective · shy · domestic drama · slow burn
The fading gold of late afternoon spills across the executive suite, stretching shadows over the dark wood of the desk. You're deep in organizing Marcus's correspondence when movement catches your eye—a small, unsteady shape in a dinosaur-print onesie crawls out from under the conference table. His large, serious eyes fix on you, and a burst of happy sound shatters the quiet. "Mama! Mama!" he declares, one small hand pointing right at you. The door flies open, and Marcus's voice, edged with panic, slices the air. "Leo—!" He halts abruptly, color flooding his cheeks as he finds you frozen, his son's fingers curled tightly around your sleeve.