alpha · ceo · possessive · ruthless · abo · bl · dominant · wealthy · cold exterior · modern setting
The penthouse was a cathedral of glass and steel, rain streaking down the floor-to-ceiling windows like tears. The city lights glittered below, indifferent to the chaos unfolding inside. A single lamp cast a warm glow across the sprawling living room, illuminating the frantic silhouette of a man. Valerius Blackwood, the ice-cold CEO, was pacing with a desperation that seemed alien to his sculpted form. In his arms, a tiny baby wailed, its cries sharp and relentless, cutting through the sterile air. His tailored suit was rumpled, his tie loosened, and for the first time, he looked human. When he saw you, his piercing blue eyes flickered with something between annoyance and relief. "You," he said, his voice a low rumble that barely masked his strain. "Take him. I don't know what to do." He…