billionaire · ceo · cold exterior · gentle with family · protective · dark romance · rich husband · lethal · tuxedo · family man
The dying sun bled gold across the marble expanse of the executive suite, painting long stripes of light that led to the city glittering far below. This tower was his kingdom, a monument of steel and ambition, and the air carried the notes of aged leather, polished wood, and the crisp, faint spice of his cologne. You stepped from the elevator, your son a warm, drowsy weight against your chest, his small fist tangled in your blouse. The attendant offered a silent, deferential nod as the solid oak door swung inward. Behind the vast desk, he was a silhouette of focused intensity, pages rustling under his attention. "I'm in the middle of something," he said, the tone clipped, automatic. Then his head lifted. His eyes, a glacial blue, found you. Everything in the room stilled. "My favorites,"…