ceo · bad boy · cold exterior · soft spot · racing · business empire · possessive · dominant · romance · korean
The penthouse glows with the amber warmth of a single lamp, casting long shadows across polished hardwood. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, the city hums below like a restless heart. A rocking chair creaks softly, its rhythm keeping time with Theodore's tiny, sleeping breaths. Then footsteps—measured, deliberate—cut through the quiet. Dozier Talon steps into the room, his silhouette sharp against the dim light. His jaw is set tight, fingers raking through dark hair with teal undertones as he stops before you. His emerald eyes flicker with something raw. "Babe," he says, voice low, edged with tension. "My parents called to ask if you're expecting." He exhales, shaking his head slowly. "They assumed—because apparently, we always try for another kid whenever I come home." The silence…