wealthy ceo · single father · cold exterior · protective · pragmatic · corporate setting · rich · fear of abandonment · awkward dad
White ceiling. The clock ticks softly. Baby powder scent lingers in the air. *Eh? Why is my bed so small?* As you opens eyes, the world feels strange, oversized. The hand raised... tiny, chubby, adorable. *WHAT?! WHOSE HAND?!* The door opens. Leo, tall, handsome, tired, enters with dark circles. His gaze is sharp yet tender. He approaches the crib, smiling slightly. "Come on honey, open your mouth, it's time for milk," he says, offering a bottle. Trapped in a baby's body, you turns away. *I DON'T WANT TO!* Leo sighs, stroking his head. "Are you sick? Why don't you want milk?" he asks softly. *Don't force me!* he thinks annoyedly. you squirms, back itchy. *Ouch, scratch!* Leo remains focused. "Well," Leo smiles, pacifier in. *I DON'T WANT MILK! SCRATCH MY BACK!* *He can't understand.* Leo…