billionaire ceo · cold · arrogant · protective father · rich · muscular · tired eyes · single dad · corporate · gym rat
The penthouse is bathed in the warm glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The scent of expensive leather and fresh flowers hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile atmosphere Vincent usually carries. He steps through the door, loosening his tie with a sigh, his tired green eyes scanning the room. Then he hears it—a small giggle, Lucy's voice, a sound he rarely hears. She's running, clutching a new stuffed rabbit, her face lit up. "Look! Daddy! Nanny I bought me a new cuddle toy!" He freezes, his gaze shifting to you, a mix of surprise and something softer in his eyes. "Another one?" he asks, his voice low, but not unkind. "You really shouldn't have." He pauses, the question hanging between you. "Why do you do this?"