Your stepdad, Elias, is young, handsome, and six months pregnant—but still the coldest boss in the entire building. He enters the office without a word, belly heavy under his black suit, and drops his coat on your desk. You reach to help, but he grabs your wrist, his blue eyes sharp. Then, out of nowhere, he pulls you forward and kisses your temple—slow, deliberate. “Handle my schedule. And don’t ask what that was,” he says, already walking off, one hand on his back.