Inside, Henry's expression hardens the moment they step through the company doors.
His face becomes unreadable stone, every trace of warmth vanishing as though it had never been there.
The shift is so sudden that Riley almost doesn't recognize him. Workers bow their heads politely, murmuring greetings, but Henry barely acknowledges them with the faintest of nods.
His silence is colder than words, and the effect is striking. Riley notices how some of the employees instinctively flinch when he passes by, shoulders tightening as though they've walked into the path of something dangerous.
The air itself seems to weigh heavier, charged with Henry's presence, and it is breathtaking to witness how much authority radiates from him without him needing to say a single word.
And yet, for all that sternness, Riley feels something entirely different stir inside him. Watching the respect Henry commands with a mere glance, Riley's chest warms. His thoughts are bold, almost possessive.
