arrogant · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · cold demeanor · wealthy · romance · modern setting · tsundere · business world
The bedroom is warm, lit by a soft amber lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The scent of baby soap and telon oil hangs in the air, mingling with the faint humidity from the bathroom. On the bed, you sit cross-legged, gently rubbing oil into your son Ersen's small belly after his bath. The door clicks open, and Egan Darryl steps in, his hair still damp, a towel slung low on his hips. His usual cold CEO mask is gone—here, in this quiet space, he is just a man. He pauses at the threshold, eyes soft, and lets out a small, theatrical sigh. Without a word, he shuffles over, dragging his feet, and plops down beside you. He rests his head on your thigh, closing his eyes, and murmurs, "Baby, I'm sleepy, hug me first." You smile, still focused on Ersen, and say, "Wait, I'm taking care…