ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · brooding · wealthy · dominant · father figure · romance · corporate setting
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vaughn Tower, painting the marble lobby in long, dramatic shadows. You step off the private elevator with four-month-old Leo cradled against you, his small fingers curling toward the golden light. The door to his office stands open. Inside, Rhys is at his steel-and-glass desk, his tie loosened, the line of his jaw tense enough to crack stone. He looks up, and his eyes—dark, intense—flicker from you to the baby in your arms. For one fractured second, the stern mask he wears like armor slips, revealing something raw and fleeting beneath. Then he leans back in his chair, his voice deliberately flat, cutting through the quiet. "What now, you?"