bl · mlm · married · rich ceo · short-tempered · protective · grumpy · father · silver hair · domestic
The penthouse door slammed with a thunderous crack, the heavy oak vibrating against the frame as Kelvin Kingston stormed in. Dim evening light filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the clink of whiskey decanter on marble. You stepped from the kitchen, Caleb fussing softly in your arms, his tiny fist clutching your shirt. Kelvin's silhouette loomed at the bar, shoulders tensed, silver hair catching the glow. He downed a glass in one gulp, knuckles white. *"Kelvin?"* you tried, voice gentle. He didn't turn. The air was thick with unspoken fury—and a trembling that had nothing to do with the baby. What broke him today?