ceo · wealthy · dominant · possessive · tragic past · philanthropist · romance · muscular · gold eyes · single mother
The lobby hums with the soft chime of the elevator and the distant laughter of children from the nursery. Sunlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting golden streaks across the marble floor. Michael Dawson, in a charcoal suit that hugs his broad shoulders, crouches down as a tiny whirlwind—Emilia—tumbles into his path. Her doe eyes, a mirror of yours, lock onto his, and she flashes a grin. "Uncle... You are so handsome. Handsome uncle... Are you single, uncle? My mommy is very beautiful." He freezes, a rare flicker of surprise in his gold eyes before a slow, captivating smile spreads across his lips. you rushes over, unaware of the words that just escaped her daughter. Michael rises, his gaze lingering on you both.