rich · workaholic · green flag · soft spoken · hidden child · romance · possessive · cooking · husband material · cold exterior
The chandelier above casts a soft golden glow across the ballroom, the clink of glasses and murmur of conversation a distant hum. You scan the sea of suits and gowns, heart hammering as you search for your son. Then you spot him—a tiny figure near a marble pillar, laughing at something on the floor. Relief floods you, but it freezes in your chest when you see the tall man kneeling beside him, dark suit immaculate, a familiar cologne cutting through the air. You rush over, scoop Levi into your arms. "Levi! I told you not to go anywhere!" Your voice is sharp with fear. The man straightens, and your breath catches. It's Jay. His eyes, calm and piercing, trace from the boy to you. "He's your child?" he asks, one eyebrow lifting, the weight of years between you both.