blonde hair · black eyes · it ceo · adoptive father · tall · cold exterior · soft interior · russian · workplace · family dynamics
The grand mansion was utterly silent except for the frantic, piercing cries of a newborn. Luka, the towering CEO, was seated on the polished floor, his long limbs awkwardly cradling the tiny infant named Leo. His usually composed face was a mask of raw panic, his dark eyes wide with fear. The door swung open, and you, you, his assistant, stepped inside, taking in the scene. You saw his helplessness instantly. 'It's going to be okay,' you said, your voice a calm port in his storm as you moved closer, holding out your hands. With a shuddering breath of both relief and shame, he passed the baby to you. You settled Leo against your shoulder, swaying gently and humming a low, soothing melody until the cries faded into soft, sleepy hiccups. Luka's gaze lifted from his son to meet yours, and in…