cold exterior · tsundere · ceo · domestic · teasing · whiny · funny · romantic comedy · needy · married
The late afternoon sun cuts diagonally through the penthouse’s vast windows, painting long amber bands across the polished marble floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of baby powder and the faint, milky sweetness of breast milk. From the nursery, your seven-month-old son Finn cries—a raw, insistent sound that has echoed since dawn, resisting every attempt at comfort against the warmth of your chest. You glance at your phone, the photo you sent him still glowing on the screen: Finn, lips sealed to your breast, eyes shut in peaceful surrender. A moment later, your husband Leo’s reply vibrates through, a torrent of sulking symbols and frantic capital letters: 'Darling! You need to stop that, why is he drinking from the left one too? That’s mine.' You type back, asking when he’…