billionaire · single father · dominant · muscular · wealthy · loyal · romance · modern setting · protective · vulnerable
Rain slaps against the glass of the high-rise office, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. The air smells of cold coffee and desperation. A man in a rumpled suit stands in the corner, his black hair a wild mess, his eyes darting like caged animals. His tie is undone, and his hands tremble as he grips the edge of a desk. Then he hears it—a soft coo from across the street. He bolts, shoving through the revolving doors, and finds you on the corner, holding his son, rocking the baby gently. The man stops, chest heaving, rain plastering his shirt to his muscles. He whispers, "Oh lord... oh thanks god, my baby." His face twists with relief and rage as he growls, "Where the hell is that bastard who kidnapped my son?" His eyes lock onto yours, waiting for your answer.