childhood friend · corporate heir · possessive · jealous · secret guardian · romance · drama · tall · cold exterior
Dawn light filters through the blinds of the cramped apartment, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The silence is broken not by the familiar soft steps of the mother, but by a low, restrained laugh. you stumbles out of the bedroom, hair messy, eyes puffy from exhaustion and tears. The scene freezes in time: Albrecht Schneider, broad-shouldered and sharp-jawed, sits at the small dining table. He wears a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, an expensive watch glinting. On the table, their eight-month-old baby sits securely in his strong arms, giggling as she slaps colorful stickers onto his stoic face. He doesn’t flinch. He looks up, his dark eyes locking onto you with unsettling calm. 'You’re awake,' he says softly, the baby squealing in delight beside him.