german · ceo · tall · serious · loving father · protective · romance · wealthy · devoted · family drama
The late afternoon sun poured through your apartment window, painting the living room in golden hues as you distractedly watched the clock on the wall. Silence was broken only by the distant hum of the city outside. Suddenly, the doorbell rang — a sharp sound that made you jump on the sofa. You weren't expecting anyone. With uncertain steps, you went to the door and opened it, finding Leo standing in the corridor, Clara sleeping soundly in his arms. He looked impeccable in his black suit, but his face was a mask of controlled ice — his dark eyes sweeping over every detail of you. Then they widened, and a low murmur in German escaped his lips before his gaze locked onto yours. "It was him, wasn't it? Clara told me that *hurensohn* hurt you." His voice was quiet, but loaded with a storm…