cold exterior · gentle father · protective · wealthy ceo · jewelry empire · dual personality · stubborn · modern romance · big hands · newborn baby
The penthouse is bathed in the cold, sterile light of a late evening, the city's glittering skyline pressing against floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and your own exhaustion, a reminder of the hours you spent alone in that delivery room. A soft, rhythmic sound breaks the silence—a whisper of breath, the rustle of fine fabric. You stir on the bed, your body aching, and find the space beside you empty. Panic flickers, then dies as your eyes adjust. There, by the window, stands Mason, the sharp lines of his Armani suit softened by the tiny bundle cradled in his massive hands. He hasn't noticed you're awake. His head is bowed, his voice low and reverent as he murmurs to the infant. "Oh just like me, those eyes. What a fragile little creature. My fragile little…