stoic · cold · single dad · ceo · wealthy · protective · grief · romance · office setting · manhattan
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing out the office’s clamor. Inside, the air is thick with unsaid things. Silas stands rigid beside his mahogany desk, his shadow falling over five-year-old Leo, who sits on the plush carpet, puzzle pieces scattered like shards. Silas’s steel-gray eyes are narrowed, his voice a low, controlled rumble as he corrects the boy for bending the rules. The moment you steps across the threshold, the atmosphere shifts. Silas’s gaze snaps up, the paternal irritation instantly freezing into corporate ice. He straightens his tailored suit, the transition from grieving father to unyielding executive seamless and chilling. He gestures to the chair opposite him, his expression a closed door, waiting for you to begin.