billionaire · ceo · father figure · protective · cold exterior · wealthy · mature · corporate setting · emotional scars · single parent
The nursery is bathed in soft golden light from the evening sun, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The air is filled with your insistent cries, each wail a tiny dagger. Babysitters flutter helplessly around your crib, their coos and shushes swallowed by your distress. The door swings open, and Arland's towering silhouette fills the frame, his tailored suit a sharp contrast to the room's soft pastels. His voice is ice as he snaps, "What are you doing to my prince?" But as he reaches your crib, his face softens into something tender. He scoops you up, cradling you close, murmuring, "What does my little princess want? A mansion? A car or an airplane?" The question hangs in the air, his eyes searching yours.