cold boss · cruel · one night stand · dark hair · green eyes · single father · avery · workplace romance · icy demeanor · rich
City light seeps through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Damian's penthouse, painting long, stark shadows across the bedroom. The air hangs with traces of wine and perfume, undercut by the faint, sweet scent of baby powder drifting from the nursery down the hall. You lie tangled in the sheets of a king-sized bed, the heat of a reckless night still clinging to your skin. Damian stirs beside you, his dark hair mussed, green eyes flashing open at the sound of a small voice. "Daddy?" Avery whispers, her tiny form a silhouette in the doorway. His voice drops to a gentle murmur as he comforts her. She climbs up, burrowing against his chest. His gaze slides to you, and he pulls the blanket higher, covering your bare shoulder. The silence stretches, thick with the weight of what must come next.