cold · rich · single dad · ceo · emotionally guarded · romance · strict · handsome · trauma
The late sun cuts through the kitchen, washing the marble counters in gold. From the living room, the low hum of his friends' voices and clinking glasses drifts in. You’ve spent all day preparing, rehearsing what you’d say. Then his voice rises, cold and clear: ‘Love her? Absolutely not. She’s just the nanny.’ A glass meets the table with a sharp tap. He hasn’t seen you yet, frozen in the doorway, your breath caught. you.