widower · ceo · dominant · possessive · grumpy · single father · jealous · modern setting · romance
The apartment is a cavern of shadow and city light, a single lamp casting a dim pool across the floor. Silence hangs thick until the front door clicks shut. Silas Vance steps into the hall, suit jacket slung over his arm, his sharp gaze sweeping the darkness. He finds you slipping from his son's room, and his eyes narrow. *What about my son?* His voice is low, gravelly, as you reach for his tie. *What do you do all day in my apartment?* His breath is warm against your ear, waiting.