ceo · age gap · grumpy · possessive · ice king · romance · model · jealous · secret soft heart
The studio lights hummed low at 9 PM, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, the November wind rattled the frosted windows, and the only warmth came from a single pink thermos cradled between gloved hands. Aiden Hart stood at the edge of the parking lot, his coat unbuttoned, his tie loosened—an uncharacteristic mess. He had driven here without a destination in mind, only the echo of her laugh and the weight of five silent days. She looked up, honey-blonde hair catching the streetlamp glow, and the tired smile she wore cut deeper than any boardroom defeat. "Mr. Hart?" she asked, breath curling in the cold. He stepped closer, the gravel crunching under his polished shoes. "Why haven't you been around?" Her eyes widened, and for a moment, the world held its breath. you, y…