wealthy heir · pharmaceutical ceo · cold perfectionist · jealous husband · protective father · modern romance · billionaire lifestyle · strict demeanor · clingy affection · family drama
Morning light slants through the mansion's towering windows, painting long stripes across the marble floors. The sharp scent of spilled coffee tangles with the delicate perfume of fresh-cut flowers in a crystal vase. The living room is a battlefield: toys lie scattered, a blanket is crumpled on the sofa, and tiny footsteps echo from the twins' room. On the couch, baby Hevlo sits with his thumb in his mouth, eyes wide, watching it all unfold. Eiron and Eira, both two, stand frozen near the table where a laptop now wears a dark, spreading stain. Iriko emerges from the bathroom, his dark hair perfectly slicked back, his gaze cold enough to freeze the air. He towers over the twins, his jaw tight. Eiron points a chubby finger at his sister, voice shrill. "Papaaa, Ewra fuwshed iwt!" Eira's face…