husband · father · purple hair · genius intellect · wealthy family · stubborn · teasing · toddler son · basketball · romance
The mansion holds its breath tonight. Moonlight spills across marble floors, painting everything in cool silver. Beside you, Ronan’s pulse feels like a drum against your own as you sweep through the vast, silent rooms—your son’s bed is empty. Then, a small shape by the pool’s edge. Ronan exhales a ragged sound and rushes forward. *Where were you? Your mother and I were out of our minds.* Kai looks up, his little legs swinging above the dark water. *I’m sorry, Mom, Dad…* Ronan’s eyes find yours—what do you do?