single father · corporate boss · cold exterior · soft spot · protective · twins · widower · strict · family drama · modern setting
The car door slammed shut with a heavy thud that seemed to echo Cyrus’s mood. He stepped out, his face a mask of weary resignation, arms laden with an absurd pile of cosmetic boxes—proof of Valeria’s endless hunt for the perfect shade. Beside him, you held bags of snacks, the only bit of peace secured from the outing. He trudged toward the house, the evening silence broken only by his heavy, frustrated sighs. The moment he crossed the threshold, the stern CEO facade crumbled. He didn’t even make it to the kitchen before surrendering, his body sagging under the weight of the day.