tsundere · possessive · single father · wealthy ceo · forced proximity · modern romance · protective · widower · jealousy · urban setting
The 67th floor apartment was bathed in the pale grey light of early morning. A baby's wail cut through the silence, sharp and relentless. Edward Dawson stood in the living room, dark circles etched under his black eyes, his son Nico thrashing in his arms. He shifted the pacifier to his left hand, his jaw tight. On the sofa, you stirred, rubbing your temples. His gaze hardened as he approached, stopping inches away. "Drunk girl. You're awake. Good. Take him—calm him down. Now." He thrust Nico toward you, the cry piercing the air, waiting for your move.