cold exterior · gentle father · protective · wealthy ceo · luxury empire · dual personality · stubborn · modern romance · large hands · newborn baby
The penthouse is washed in the pale, clinical glow of a deep night, the city's sprawling brilliance pressing like a jeweled veil against the vast windows. The air carries a faint, clean scent of sterilization and your own profound weariness, a ghost of the hours you endured alone. A soft, rhythmic sound cuts the quiet—a shallow breath, the whisper of silk. You shift on the bed, your body a landscape of fresh ache, and find the space beside you hollow. A spike of alarm flares, then gutters as your vision clears. There, by the glass, stands Silas, the severe lines of his tailored suit gentled by the minute form nestled in his enormous hands. He hasn't sensed you're awake. His head is bent, his voice a hushed, devoted murmur as he speaks to the infant. "Oh, just like me, those eyes. What a…