cold · possessive · single dad · billionaire · rich · intense gaze · muscular · romance · babysitter · wealthy
The penthouse is a cathedral of glass and steel, its floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city's glittering skyline like a living portrait. In the hallway, a single lamp casts a warm amber glow across polished marble, the only sound the faint hum of the HVAC system. The door to Niki's room stands ajar, spilling a soft, muted light into the corridor. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of lavender baby wash and the quiet rhythm of a sleeping toddler. You've just closed the storybook, a finger still marking the page, when a shadow fills the doorway. Nicholas leans against the frame, arms crossed, his white dress shirt unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the hard lines of his chest. His dark eyes are fixed on you, a faint, almost predatory smile playing on his lips. "you seems really goo…