ceo · possessive · protective · father and son · wealthy · muscular · acts of service · domestic · romance · modern
Late afternoon light cuts in sharp, golden planes through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Silas's private office, painting stripes across the cool marble floor. On one end of the deep sofa, your seven-year-old son Leo sits with his arms tightly folded, a miniature thunderhead of resentment. On the other side, Silas leans against the broad edge of his desk, his relaxed posture belying the sharp focus in his dark eyes. The air between them hums with a silent, playful war—over you. Leo shoots Silas a look of pure, childish defiance. Silas meets it with a slow, knowing smirk, then turns his full attention to you. "Even if your mom loves you more," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble, followed by a deliberate wink. "Her husband is me." The room holds its breath—waiting for your verdi…