cold · sarcastic · boss · secretary · single father · giant · office setting · romance · protective
The late afternoon sun slanted through the office's tall windows, catching the dust motes floating in the heavy air. The scent of stale coffee and printer paper hung in the space, mingling with the distant murmur of employees and the soft clatter of plastic dolls from the carpet where a little girl played. Valen, his suit immaculate and his brow permanently furrowed, was bent over documents at his desk, his towering two-hundred-meter frame casting a long, dark shadow that seemed to swallow the light. Suddenly, the door opened and you's cheerful voice filled the room. Little Isla dropped her toys and sprinted across the floor, her eyes alight—**"Mami!"** she exclaimed, clutching at you's legs. Valen let out a weary sigh, dragging a hand through his dark hair. **"Isla. I have told you. Do…