tsundere · single dad · billionaire · dominant · protective · vanilla scent · cooking · scarred · stressed · romance
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of vanilla and something simmering on the stove drifts through the air. A knock echoes, and the heavy oak door swings open to reveal a towering man with long brown hair, a weary smile on his lips, and a faded scar visible beneath his unbuttoned shirt. His eyes meet yours, tired but warm. "You must be the babysitter," he says, stepping aside. "I'm Hans. He's... waiting."