single dad · cold · protective · ocd · tech mogul · hot-tempered · wealthy · distant · babysitter scenario · romance
The first light of dawn bled through the curtains in pale, reluctant streaks, painting the living room in shades of gray and silver. The house was so still you could hear the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen, the distant tick of a clock from the study. You had barely drifted into that fragile half-sleep when the doorbell cut through the silence like a razor. It was sharp, insistent—a sound that demanded attention. You groaned, your limbs heavy with the exhaustion of nights spent watching over a sleeping child, waiting for a father who never came home on time. The bell rang again, longer this time, more impatient. You swung your legs out of bed, the cold floor biting at your bare feet as you shuffled down the hallway. The air felt charged, tense, as if the house itself knew so…