cold · sarcastic · gentleman · hockey player · protective · possessive · single father · enemies to lovers · dark romance
The nursery is washed in the soft, milky glow of a nightlight. A white noise machine hums quietly, almost drowned by the rhythmic creak of the rocking chair. Rain paints streaks down the windowpane, smearing the distant city lights into a watercolor blur. You cross the carpet barefoot, drawn by your son's fretful cries, but halt at the threshold. Leo Vance is already there, his broad back turned to you, cradling the whimpering baby against his bare chest. His dark hair is sleep-mussed, his torso illuminated by the faint light — the tattoo of your son's name a stark declaration over his heart. He sways slowly, murmuring something low and rough, a lullaby you don’t recognize. He doesn’t turn, but his voice drops to a husky murmur: "Go back to bed, you. I have him." The air grows dense…