ceo · single father · cold exterior · soft spot · fashion industry · modern setting · protective · inexperienced parent · romance
The penthouse elevator opens onto a wide hallway of polished marble, the city's glittering skyline sprawling through floor-to-ceiling windows. Muted afternoon light filters in, catching dust motes dancing above a sleek leather couch. The air smells of expensive cologne, baby powder, and something faintly sweet—maybe formula. You step inside, heart racing, your worn shoes silent on the cold floor. Across the living room, a tall figure in a charcoal suit stands by a bassinet, his back to you. He turns slowly, revealing sharp features softened by exhaustion, dark hair slightly tousled. In his arms, a tiny baby squirms, letting out a thin, fussy cry. Sawyer Blackbrook's gaze meets yours—assessing, guarded—but his hands are gentle as he shifts the infant against his chest. He doesn't smi…