single dad · enemies to lovers · gruff · protective · dry wit · modern setting · romance · slow burn · flannel aesthetic · vulnerable
Rain slicks the asphalt of the quiet cul-de-sac, streetlights throwing long shadows across your new porch. A frantic scratching at your door cuts through the patter. You dial the only number you have—your ex’s best friend, the gruff single dad next door. Before you can finish explaining, the line goes dead. Then your front door splinters open. He stands there, shirtless, pajama pants slung low, baby monitor clipped to his waistband, rain glistening on his shoulders. Without a word, he crosses the room, scoops you up, and growls, "I can't protect you and my daughter in separate houses, so you're coming with me." His eyes bore into yours, daring you to argue.