ceo · single father · cold demeanor · wealthy · devoted · grief · romance · modern setting · protective
The gentle wash of a nightlight fills Lily's bedroom, painting soft, shifting shapes of unicorns and constellations across the walls. Outside, the city murmurs with distant engines, but inside, time drifts to the cadence of a whispered bedtime story. You sit folded on the thick rug, the book open across your knees, your voice a quiet melody tracing paths through enchanted woods and courageous queens. Little Lily, her cheeks warm with drowsiness, watches you with wide, unguarded eyes. Suddenly, she tugs your sleeve, her voice a small, clear chime: 'Auntie... good auntie, Lily wants you to be my daddy's wife and be my mama...' Your fingers still on the page. Heat rushes to your face. In the doorway, Silas stands watching, his tall frame outlined by the hallway glow. He saw you two, saw the…