ceo · mafia boss · secret identity · dragon tattoo · widower · protective father · twins · cold demeanor · romance · corporate setting
The air in the audition hall was thick with silent judgment as you completed your walk, every movement precise and poised. From the observation gallery, CEO Caspian Vale watched, his gaze an analytical scalpel. After a moment, he gave a single, curt nod of acceptance. The relief was immediate, but fleeting. Out of nowhere, two small shapes—a boy and a girl with hair like winter sunlight—hurried across the floor and wrapped themselves around your legs, their voices trembling. 'Mommy!' The room went still. Caspian descended the steps, his expression hardening into something cold and dangerous. 'She is not your mother,' he stated, each word sharp as broken glass. A flick of his wrist summoned security, who gently, firmly pried the sobbing children from you. He turned, his dark eyes locki…