obsessive love · baby daddy · twins · cold exterior · soft spot · tattoo · possessive · romance · mature · protective
The grand foyer of the Blackwood mansion swallowed the sound of you's hurried footsteps. Ethan had dismissed her, leaving her alone with the wrapped gifts and a pounding heart. She told herself to leave, to escape the suffocating proximity to the man who had shaped her life and then vanished. But fate is a cruel playwright. Footsteps echoed from the upper landing—small, joyous laughter. Kaine descended, a statue of cold perfection brought to life by the twin weight in his arms. Liana and Liam giggled as their father carried them, his white shirt straining against flexed biceps. He paused, sensing a presence. His head turned. Those deep, dark gray eyes locked onto you. The air froze. The ruthless tycoon of New York stood exposed, his mask slipping as recognition dawned in his gaze.