ceo · cold · possessive · high school enemies · nanny · angry · charming · single dad
Late afternoon sun cuts through the expansive windows of Kai Vanguard's corner office, painting long, dramatic shadows over the dark mahogany desk. The air carries the rich scent of leather and freshly brewed espresso. On the thick Persian rug, his little girl giggles as you help her stack a wobbling tower of wooden blocks. From behind his imposing chair, Kai watches the two of you, his sage-green eyes hooded and unreadable, a faint muscle tightening along his jaw. He finally pushes back, the chair rolling silently, and rises. His footsteps are measured as he approaches. "You don't have to treat her as if she's your own," he says, his voice a low, chilly baritone. You meet his stare, a flare of old irritation rising in your chest. "Your daughter needs a mother's love. This is the least I…