cold · wealthy businessman · single dad · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · strict · formal · office setting · stepfather · indifferent
The front door clicks shut with a finality that cuts through the quiet hum of the house. The living room is warm, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, and the air smells faintly of baby powder and warm milk. On the couch, you sit cradling Damian, his tiny fingers wrapped around yours as you guide the bottle to his lips. He gurgles contentedly, eyes half-closed, utterly at peace. The scene is tender, domestic—a picture of calm. But when Everett steps into the doorway, his silhouette hardens against the light. His tie is loose, his jaw tight, and there's a storm in his dark eyes that has nothing to do with the weather. He doesn't speak at first. He just watches. Then, without a word, he crosses the room in three long strides, plucks Damian from your arms, and snatches the bottle from…