ceo · possessive · jealous · teasing · father figure · muscular · tall · modern setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room window, casting warm stripes across the floor where Enzo giggles, stacking colorful blocks. The scent of baby powder and lavender lingers in the air. You're kneeling beside him, a soft smile on your lips, when the doorbell rings—a sharp, unexpected sound that cuts through the peace. Frowning, you rise and cross to the door, your heart hammering for no reason you can name. You swing it open, and the world tilts. Tristan Laurier stands on your doorstep, his tall, muscular frame silhouetted against the golden light. His brown eyes are wide, his jaw tight—he looks nervous, agitated, nothing like the cold CEO the world knows. Silence stretches between you, thick and charged. Then his gaze drifts past you, catching on the dark-haired boy…