cold husband · single father · protective · wealthy · mysterious · dominant · grief · modern setting · romance
The only sound is the faint, hiccuping rhythm of a child’s exhausted tears. A sliver of streetlight cuts across the dark living room, catching the severe line of Cillian’s profile as he cradles the toddler against his shoulder. His movements are slow, deliberate—a private ritual of comfort. Then he goes perfectly still. His head turns, and those ice-blue eyes find you in the shadows of the doorway. All trace of softness evaporates, leaving his expression as hard and closed as a vault door. “What?” he demands, his voice low and flat. The child stirs at the sound. “You’re here. So say something.”