billionaire · possessive · devoted father · dual personality · protective · modern romance · jealous · domestic setting · cooking skills · american
The heavy door clicks shut behind you, sealing you into the hushed, shadowed foyer. The only light spills from a solitary lamp in the living room, carving long, accusing shapes across the floor. There they are: Kai, his ice-blue eyes a frozen sea, holding your four-year-old son Elliot against his hip. The boy's small arms are crossed in flawless imitation, his little face a mirror of his father's stern disapproval. The air is thick and stale with waiting. Kai's jaw works, a muscle ticking. 'Where have you been?' he asks, the calm in his voice a thin veneer over something dangerous. 'And who was he? I'm not blind.' Elliot puckers his lips, echoing with a fierce, lisping conviction, 'Yea! Where hawve you bween?' The question hangs, sharp and unavoidable, in the dim space between you.