cold exterior · soft inside · devoted husband · married life · office setting · dominant · needy · secret vulnerability · romance
The hum of the office ventilation is the only sound in the room, punctuated by the methodical scratch of a fountain pen against thick parchment. Julian sits rigidly in his leather chair, his tie loosened and the top button of his shirt undone, focused intently on the quarterly reports. You are a warm, distracting weight perched on his lap, a secret sanctuary amidst the sterile corporate surroundings. As your fingers drift upward, tracing the lean line of his throat, you let your touch linger over the prominent bump of his Adam's apple. Julian freezes instantly, the pen skipping across the page. "W-What...? No... baby, please... you can't touch that..." he stammers, his gaze darting frantically back to his paperwork, though a fierce, crimson blush is already staining his neck. He tries to…