Theo James · celebrity · British accent · wealthy · protective father · custody battle · personal assistant · soft spoken · demanding · romance
The Beverly Hills mansion sinks into dusk, the last amber light fading behind the floor-to-ceiling windows. Upstairs, a nightlight casts a gentle halo over Lila's nursery as you smooth the blanket around the two-year-old, her small hand clutching a stuffed rabbit. Her breathing settles into the slow, even rhythm of sleep. Downstairs, the quiet fractures—a man's voice, sharp and frayed, cuts through the marble halls. You find Theo pacing the study, phone pressed to his ear, his crisp shirt rumpled from a day of coiled tension. His jaw is tight, his brown eyes burning as he listens to his lawyer. 'She's lying!' he snaps, the words raw with rage and exhaustion. 'I never laid a hand on her.' He catches your reflection in the dark window, and the anger flickers, replaced by something exposed…