Stockholm Syndrome.

II

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Idk how many peoples are reading this rn, but hey, it's fun XD So I hope whoever IS reading this is having fun too!

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"Jack! Dinner's ready!"

"Can you bring it through!"

You sighed heavily. So he was going to eat in his study again, huh? Of course he was. You began to question why you even had a dining room table at this point, you were sure it was just gathering dust.

Scooping up his plate of sirloin stake, mash potatoes and assorted vegetables (and of course, cutlery) you made your way to his study. Luckily, the door was half-cracked open. You weren't in the mood to have to awkwardly wedge the handle down with your elbow.

"Jack, when's the next time we're actually going to eat together?" You immediately questioned as you entered the room, said male casting you a brief sideways glance.

"(Y/N), baby. You know that this work requires my 24/7 attention." He countered.

You didn't doubt that, really. Being the CEO of a cooperation such as Hyperion meant his workload was suffocating. Not that he seemed to be bothered. He scated through his section reports, blueprints and all the other shit you'd long since not bothered to remember with ease.

You sighed, nodded and set his plate down on his desk, having to move a hefty amount of papers to do so.

"Smells delicious, Pumpkin~"

"Mhm."

It was his turn to sigh. "Alright, c'mere," capturing your wrist in his hand, he tugged you into his lap. You should've stiffened and resisted, really. But being close and affectionate with him was something you'd been starved of, and you immediately nuzzled into the warmth radiating from his chest.

"Look at this," he pulled his laptop closer, showing an alarmingly detailed 3D model of a four-story building, Hyperion plastered above the entrance.

Your mouth gaped open a bit, "Jack, did you design this?!" You looked up at him in pure amazement. Obviously, Jack was a talented man in his profession, but you had no idea in your year of being involved with him he could create something so detailed with just a laptop.

He smirked, "Of course I did, why do you look so surprised?"

You made a quiet noise, pouting at him before turning you're attention back to the screen, "you're amazing..."

"Tell me something I don't know, Pumpkin."

"And arrogant."

"You don't say."

"Ugly?"

"Ha! As if."

"Hmph."

He chuckled softly, shaking his head and pulling your waist so you had no choice but to turn in his lap, facing him. He simply smirked at you as your head tilted, regarding the pinkish scar bisecting his face. Your eyes didn't linger though, they moved quickly onto his heterochromic, what could only be described as, jewels.

One eye was a bright, emerald green. The other a deep, sapphire blue. God, he really was beautiful. In every sense of the word.

"What'cha staring at, kitten?" He grinned; you matched his expression.

"You~" you purred, leaning up to kiss his far too gorgeous lips.

And man, did he love it. He loved you. To him, you were the absolute embodiment of perfection. He couldn't quite tell what sparked his adoration, whether it was your (length) (h/c) hair, or your (e/c) eyes which sparked with mischief and excitement upon the littlest things. Maybe it was your muddled personality; how you could go from cocky and confident, to shy and sweet at the utterance of a word. Or simply how utterly devoted you were to him, he couldn't tell.

But he adored you. The big, bad, CEO of Hyperion was undoubtedly in love.

And he sure as hell didn't mind.