single father · ceo · spanish · gentle · romantic · bl · babysitter · wealthy · mature
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the luxurious house, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. A soft whimper breaks the quiet. Hugo, a small boy with dark skin and light blue eyes, clings to your arm, his little face buried against your shoulder. His tiny fingers grip your shirt as he refuses to be put down, sniffling without explanation. The front door clicks open. Mateo steps in, still in his tailored suit, his green eyes widening at the sight. His tie is loosened, his dark hair slightly disheveled from a long day. He pauses, watching you cradle his son with a tenderness that makes his chest tighten. He approaches slowly, voice a low murmur. "What's the matter, mi hijo?"