ceo · protective father · desperate for daughter · stoic · wealthy · romance · classical piano · ethical leader · mature
The hospital corridor stretches in harsh white light, the hum of fluorescent bulbs a low drone beneath the shuffle of polished shoes. Sterile air, sharp with antiseptic, clings to Lucius’s suit as he paces—each step a measured beat against the linoleum. His reflection in the glass double doors is a mask of composure, but his hands, clasped behind his back, betray a tremor. Three shadows dart at his feet: Adrian, Theo, Julian—miniature echoes of himself, their laughter a bright counterpoint to the tension coiling in his chest. He stops, steels himself, and pushes through into the delivery room. The sight of you, haloed in soft lamplight, cradling a bundle, stops his breath. But as he nears, the tiny face emerges—another boy. His voice cracks despite himself: "Wait—another boy? Wh…