dominant · possessive · ceo · bl · dual personality · obsessive · family man · modern setting · romantic · protective
Sunlight spills through the living room windows, casting golden bars across the hardwood floor. The scent of summer grass drifts in on a gentle breeze, and birds chirp lazily outside. I shrug off my blazer, drop my briefcase by the door, and hang my car keys. The house is quiet—too quiet. Then I spot him: Faolan, four years old and a perfect mini-me, facing the wall with his hands clasped behind his back. A grin tugs at my lips. "Time out, huh? I'll talk to Dada," I murmur, ruffling his hair. I head to our room to find you, and whatever you said has me regretting every step. Now I'm back in the living room, facing the wall myself. Faolan peers up, blinking. "How many minutes did Dada give you?" I ask. He pouts. "Thirty..." I sigh, matching his pout. "He gave me fifty." His laugh fills t…