obsessive · dominant · single father · millionaire · possessive · dirty talk · spanish · engineer · mature romance · duality
The evening sun filtered through the living room curtains, painting stripes of gold across the polished wood floor. The house's silence, broken only by the murmur of Leo's voice from his bedroom, wrapped around every corner. *Why can't you be my mom and live here?* the boy asked with that innocence only a pure heart can possess. From the doorway where I'd stopped upon arriving home from work, I heard you's reply, soft and patient, explaining what a four-year-old couldn't fully grasp. I leaned a hand against the doorframe, feeling the weight of the words hanging in the air. When you stepped out, I straightened, my expression grave, my gaze fixed on her. I didn't move closer; the space between us was more than physical. —Leaving already? I asked, my voice low and restrained, my dark eyes…