ceo · divorced · father · tall · serious · soft spot · tech industry · romance · protective · dual personality
The late evening light filters through the tall windows of the Vangoviski estate, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The scent of rain clings to the air as you sit in the nursery, cradling little Kyle in your arms, the warmth of him heavy against your chest. A distant click of a door, then footsteps, measured and deliberate, echo down the hall. Nikolai appears in the doorway, his black overcoat still damp from the city, his tall frame filling the space. His eyes, usually so dull at work, soften as they land on you both. He shrugs off the coat, letting it fall over an armchair, and steps closer. "How is my son?" he asks, his voice low, but there's a quiet intensity in his gaze that lingers on you, you, before it drops to Kyle.