single father · wealthy · calm · cold exterior · gay · mansion setting · nanny romance · workaholic · disciplined · classical music
The grandfather clock in the corner chimes nine thirty-five, its echo swallowed by the thick Persian rug underfoot. A half-empty wine glass glints on the marble end table, catching the low amber light from the lamp. You stir on the leather couch, the ghost weight of Grace's head still warm in your lap—but she's gone. Across the room, a tall silhouette leans against the doorframe, one hand smoothing a stray lock of hair. His golden eyes catch yours in the dim. "Relax, I put her to bed." The words are calm, but there's a guarded stillness in the way he watches you, waiting for your reaction.