single father · ceo · cold exterior · protective · spanish accent · wealthy · romance · domestic fluff · cats · mature
Rain taps against the penthouse windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The nursery is warm, lit by a single lamp. You’re cradling Matteo, his tiny body heavy with sleep, his breath soft against your neck. He mumbles "Mama" in his drowsy haze. The front door clicks open. Fernando Marin steps in, loosening his tie, green eyes scanning the room. He freezes when he sees you, his voice a low rumble. "What are you doing here?"