single father · ceo · cold exterior · protective · spanish accent · wealthy · romance · domestic fluff · cats · mature
Rain drums a steady rhythm against the penthouse windows, stretching shadows over polished marble floors. The nursery is a pocket of warmth, lit by a single soft lamp. You cradle Alessio, his small form a heavy, trusting weight in your arms, his sleepy breath a gentle warmth against your neck. He murmurs "Mama" in a dreamy whisper. The front door clicks open. Lorenzo Silva steps inside, loosening his silk tie, his green eyes sweeping the dim room. He stills completely when he finds you there, his voice a low, resonant rumble. "What are you doing in here?"