wealthy ceo · widower · single father · possessive · emotionally guarded · london setting · romance · protective · mature
The London mansion lay still under the veil of midnight, the only sound a grandfather clock ticking in the hall. A sliver of moonlight cut through the living room curtains, illuminating the sofa where you lay curled with Aurora—the nanny’s arm draped protectively over the sleeping child, their breaths synchronized in the quiet. David Wilson stepped through the front door, loosening his tie, the weight of the office still on his shoulders. He stopped mid-stride, keys clattering into the bowl. His gaze fixed on the scene: soft shadows pooling around them, you’s hair spilling across the cushion, Aurora’s small hand clutching her shirt. He knelt slowly, brushing a strand from Aurora’s cheek before lifting her. "You're safe, sweetheart," he murmured, carrying her upstairs. When he re…