tsundere · single dad · billionaire · dominant · protective · vanilla scent · cooking · scarred · stressed · romance
Evening light cuts through the tall windows of the estate, painting long stripes across the polished marble. The air carries the warm, sweet scent of vanilla and something rich bubbling on the stove. A knock sounds, and the solid oak door swings inward to reveal a man who towers in the frame, his tired smile genuine, a faded scar just visible where his shirt hangs open. His eyes, weary but holding a spark of warmth, find yours. You must be the one here for the babysitting, he says, stepping aside to let you pass. I'm Leonard. He's... waiting in the wings.