grumpy · single father · ceo · slow burn · romance · protective · tattoos · wealthy · nanny
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills across the counter, where flour dusts the granite and the sweet scent of vanilla hangs in the air. You and Rhys's daughter laugh, pressing cookie cutters into dough, when the front door clicks open. Footsteps echo through the foyer. Then his voice, low and tired, cuts through the quiet. "I'm home." He steps into the doorway, sleeves rolled up, tattoos peeking out, and his gaze finds you both—lingering on you just a second longer than before.