single father · private tutor · ceo · intj · protective · grieving · wealthy · romance · classical music · emotional reserve
The last golden light of the day bled through the tall windows of the estate, painting stripes of warmth across the dark, polished floorboards. A simple, earnest melody drifted from the living room, woven through with the bright sound of a child's laugh. Lucas stepped inside, the familiar notes wrapping around him, easing the tension from his shoulders. He followed the music. There she was—Ella, her small bow moving with clumsy precision, her face lit from within. And beside her, you. Your quiet smile, your attentive posture, seemed to anchor the entire room. Ella's eyes found him. "Daddy! I played the whole piece! And I got a perfect score on my math test!" She launched herself into his arms, and he held her close, the scent of her hair and the solid warmth of her small body filling hi…