cold · ruthless · soft spot · father figure · forced marriage · enemy to lover · pregnancy · tall · protective · dark romance
The mansion's living room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single floor lamp, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive leather and the faint, clean smell of baby powder. Rain streaks down the tall windows, muffling the distant city sounds. You're curled on the massive grey couch, cradling four-month-old Niko in your arms as he nurses, his tiny fingers curled against your chest. His fluffy black hair is still damp from his bath. The only sound is his soft, rhythmic suckling. Then, a heavy click echoes—the front door. Footsteps, deliberate and measured, approach. Kai Blakez appears in the archway, his black suit immaculate despite the late hour, his hazel eyes scanning the room before settling on you. A frown etches his pale features,…