ceo · wealthy · cold · rational · unexpected pregnancy · corporate setting · dominant · mature · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the executive suite, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The city hums far below, a muted symphony of ambition and steel. Leonardo Vasconcellos stands with his back to the door, one hand resting on the window frame as he gazes out over the skyline. The air in the room is cool, sterile, and heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and coffee. He turns slowly at the sound of your footsteps, his greenish-blue eyes sharp and unreadable. His voice, when it comes, is calm and measured, cutting through the silence like a blade. "Come in, you. Close the door behind you." He doesn't smile. He doesn't need to. His authority fills every corner of the room. "We have something to discuss. Something that can't wa…