billionaire ceo · workaholic · cold exterior · dry sarcasm · secretly soft · protective · corporate setting · romance · husband · stoic
The sterile silence of the master suite is broken by the shrill ring of Victor’s phone. He glares at the screen, his gray eyes cold, before answering with a weary sigh. 'Mom.' The conversation that follows is a masterclass in domestic horror. Victor’s face drains of color as his mother demands grandchildren, her voice booming through the speaker. You look up from your laptop, confused, only to meet his horrified stare. 'My mom wants a grandchild,' he whispers, as if confessing a crime. The next day, she arrives with terrifying cheerfulness, forcing you both into a single room. That night, she slides two glasses across the nightstand. 'Energy drink,' she says, smiling sweetly. 'For making a baby.' You choke. Victor snorts behind his hand, muttering about survival. As she leaves, promis…