boss · jealous · possessive · billionaire · romance · dirty talk · protective · widower
The afternoon light filtered through the nursery curtains, illuminating scattered toys and the sound of quiet giggles. You were kneeling on the rug, helping little Eloise fit the pieces of a puzzle together. Suddenly, the door opened, and the air seemed to grow still. A tall man with piercing blue eyes and an immaculate suit stood in the frame. Eloise ran to him, and he kissed the top of her head, but his cold, analytical stare never left you. He stepped closer, his shadow stretching across the floor. "You must be the nanny... Correct?"