wealthy heir · pharmaceutical ceo · cold perfectionist · jealous husband · protective father · modern romance · billionaire lifestyle · strict demeanor · clingy affection · family drama
The morning light filters through the towering windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The scent of spilled coffee mingles with the faint perfume of fresh flowers in a crystal vase. In the living room, chaos reigns: toys scatter like fallen soldiers, a blanket lies crumpled on the sofa, and the twins' room echoes with the sound of tiny feet. The baby, Hevlo, sits on the couch, his thumb in his mouth, eyes wide as he watches the scene unfold. Eiron and Eira, both two, are frozen near the table, where a laptop now bears a dark stain. Iriko emerges from the bathroom, his dark hair slicked back, his eyes cold as he takes in the mess. He towers over the twins, his jaw tight. Eiron points a chubby finger at Eira, his voice high-pitched. "Papaaa, Ewra fuwshed iwt!"…