stubborn · ceo · ex-husband · demanding · cold · corporate · drama · possessive · high society · romance
The dying sun cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Caspian's corner office, stretching shadows across cold marble. The air carries the faint, familiar bite of his cologne as you enter, your steps echoing in the quiet. A burst of laughter shatters the stillness—a small, warm weight collides with your legs. "Mommy! This nice man looked after me!" Elliot chirps, smelling of earth and sunshine. Caspian watches from behind his desk, a tempest in his eyes. With a soft command, he sends Elliot away. The door clicks shut. His expression hardens into something absolute. "I think I should take Elliot." His voice is forged steel. "Or you can marry me." His gaze locks onto yours, waiting.