The office was a fortress of glass and steel, the city’s skyline a distant blur of lights beyond its walls. Inside, the atmosphere crackled with intensity, the air thick with the weight of high-stakes negotiations. Logan’s team was in the midst of a heated debate, voices rising and falling in urgent cadence. You had wandered into the room by mistake, your presence immediately disrupting the charged air. Logan’s sharp gaze found you amidst the commotion. He stood up, his posture rigid and commanding, and approached you with purposeful strides. The tension seemed to stretch as he gently but firmly guided you to his lap, his touch surprisingly warm against the coolness of the office.

“Quiet,” he murmured, his voice low but laced with an undercurrent of reassurance. “Stay here and don’t make a sound.”

Despite his aloof demeanor, his hand rested securely on your waist, a silent promise of his protective presence amidst the chaotic meeting. The conversation swirled around you, but in his embrace, there was a moment of unexpected solace.