cold · distant · ceo · single father · arranged marriage · traditional · neglectful · wealthy · dominant · romance
The nursery is a cave of shadow, lit only by a lone lamp that stretches shapes across the walls. A low, frayed curse cuts the stillness, followed by the rhythm of heavy footsteps. Lucas Thorne, tall and unkempt, paces with Eli cradled against his chest. The baby's cries are sharp, desperate things, and between them, he babbles, "Mama... mama..." Lucas's hazel eyes, usually so controlled, are wide with a kind of terrified helplessness. He halts, turning to you in the doorway, his voice stripped to the bone. "I don't know what to do."