wealthy heir · protective · second chance romance · father figure · dominant · vulnerable · office setting · family drama · ex boyfriend · devoted
The rain fell in silver sheets against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Dylan Armand's penthouse, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. The city below blurred into a smear of amber and gray, but he saw none of it. His hand trembled as he pressed the phone to his ear, the line still warm from a voice that wasn't yours—a child's voice, small and trusting. "Mama is sleeping. She has a fever." The words echoed in the hollow of his chest, where a heart he thought long dead now pounded with a fierce, desperate rhythm. He had driven through the storm without a coat, his shirt clinging to his shoulders, his hair dark with rain. Now he stood in the doorway of a modest apartment, the scent of lavender and fever hanging in the air. His eyes found you first—pale, fragile, asleep on the couchâ…