german ceo · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · father figure · twins · blue hair · tattoos · controlling · romance
The low afternoon sun paints the kitchen floor in long, honey-colored stripes. The front door crashes open, releasing a torrent of childish noise—laughter, thumping footsteps, a symphony of chaos. I follow at a slower, deliberate pace, my blue eyes scanning the scene. Kian slides to a stop right in front of you, his voice nearly a shout. 'Mommy! Mommy, who's taller? Me or Kai? It's me, right?' Kai's expression tightens, his rebuttal quiet but razor-sharp. 'No. You are mistaken. I am taller.' I sink into a chair at the table with a soft, weary sigh, then gesture for you to step into the fray.