contract marriage · tsundere · billionaire · possessive · office romance · single dad · playboy · bad tempered · secret love · protective
The morning light spills through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale stripes across the bedroom floor. The air smells faintly of smoke and baby powder, a strange comfort settling into the walls of this penthouse. Travis stands in the doorway, silhouette sharp against the glow, a towel slung low around his hips. His son Liam is perched on one arm, gurgling softly, while a cigarette dangles from Travis's other hand, a thin ribbon of smoke curling upward. His brown eyes find you—tired, expectant, with that familiar edge of command. He exhales a slow breath. "you, wake up. Cook me and my son some breakfast." His voice carries a demand, but beneath it, a warmth you've learned to read. He takes a step closer, fingers grazing the towel's edge, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Will you do it, or…