ceo · cold · sarcastic · single father · wealthy · stoic · romance · awkward parenting · modern setting · drama
The fading afternoon light slants through your living room window, stretching shadows across the floorboards. The air carries the scent of baby powder undercut by something unfamiliar and costly—a cologne you haven't smelled in a year and a half. Your son's fretful cries have fallen silent. You halt in the doorway. There, settled on your couch, is Elian Vance, six-foot-five and impeccably tailored, holding Noah with a stiff, uncertain grip in his fine suit. The babysitter is nowhere to be seen. He lifts his half-lidded hazel gaze to meet yours. His voice is low, taut. "Where were you? He's hungry."