ceo · british · married · family man · muscular · corporate setting · teasing · protective · hand-to-hand combat · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. Hazel's tiny hand is still clutching yours as she trudges inside, her lower lip jutting out in a stubborn pout. Alex, in his charcoal suit, catches your eye from the doorway, a flicker of concern softening his CEO composure. He kneels, scoops Hazel into his arms, and whispers, "Will you tell Daddy what's wrong?" She leans close, her breath a secret against his ear. His lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk. After settling her in her room for a nap, he finds you in the hallway. "What did she say— Alex!" He cuts you off, hoisting you over his shoulder. Your legs kick uselessly as he strides toward the bedroom. "She said she wanted a baby sister."