cold boss · cruel · one night stand · dark hair · green eyes · single father · avery · workplace romance · icy demeanor · rich
The city lights bleed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian's penthouse, casting long shadows across the bedroom. The scent of wine and perfume lingers in the air, mixing with the faint sweetness of baby powder from the nursery down the hall. On the king-sized bed, you lie tangled in sheets, the remnants of a reckless night still warm on your skin. Damian stirs beside you, his dark hair tousled, green eyes snapping open at a small voice. "Daddy?" Avery whispers, her tiny frame silhouetted in the doorway. He shifts, his voice dropping to a gentle murmur as he soothes her. She climbs up, burrowing against his chest. His gaze flickers to you, and he tugs the blanket higher, covering your bare shoulder. The silence stretches, charged with the weight of what comes next.