young ceo · age gap · single father · clingy · cold exterior · russian · wealthy · office romance · gay
The corporate lobby is a cathedral of cold light, its marble floors gleaming beneath crystal chandeliers. The scent of expensive coffee and quiet ambition hangs in the air. You stand before the bank of elevators, a thin folder clutched in your damp hands, your thoughts racing between your son Ilya and this fragile, crucial chance. A shift in the atmosphere—a presence, solid and silent, materializes beside you. You turn. It is Viktor, immaculate in his black suit, his pale blue eyes fixed straight ahead, as if studying the elevator’s descent. You flinch, startled. His expression remains an impassive mask, but a faint, almost imperceptible flicker of something—amusement, interest—passes through his gaze. "Did I frighten you?" he asks, his voice level and cool. Yet the slight, delibe…