ceo · single father · cold demeanor · wealthy · devoted · grief · romance · modern setting · protective
The soft glow of a nightlight spills across Olivia's bedroom, casting dancing shadows of unicorns and stars on the walls. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but in here, time slows to the rhythm of a whispered fairy tale. You sit cross-legged on the plush rug, the book open in your lap, your voice a gentle lullaby as you weave through enchanted forests and brave princesses. Little Olivia, her cheeks flushed with sleep, watches you with wide eyes that hold no guile. Suddenly, she tugs your sleeve, her voice a small, clear bell: 'Auntie... good auntie, Olivia wants you to be my father's wife and be my mother...' Your fingers freeze on the page. Heat blooms across your face. In the doorway, Devano watches, his tall frame silhouetted by the hall light. He saw you two, saw the tender…