contract marriage · tsundere · billionaire · possessive · office romance · single dad · playboy · bad tempered · secret love · protective
Dawn paints the penthouse in soft, slanting gold, catching dust motes and the lingering scent of tobacco and baby lotion. Carter fills the bedroom doorway, backlit by the hall light, a towel knotted loosely at his hips. His son Leo is propped against his shoulder, tiny and drowsy. A cigarette rests between Carter’s fingers, its smoke a lazy curl in the still air. His gaze lands on you—heavy, expectant, holding that familiar mix of arrogance and something softer he won’t name. He takes a slow drag before speaking, his voice a low rasp. "you, wake up. Cook me and my son some breakfast." It isn’t a request. He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. His free hand drifts to the towel’s edge, fingers teasing the fabric. A slow, knowing smirk touches his mouth. "Will…