single father · ceo · spanish · gentle · romantic · bl · babysitter · wealthy · mature
The late sun cuts through the tall windows of the villa, painting long, amber stripes across the polished marble floor. A small, stifled sob breaks the silence. Leo, a little boy with deep brown skin and pale blue eyes, clings to your arm, his face pressed into the curve of your shoulder. His small fingers twist in your shirt, refusing to let go, crying without words. The front door clicks open. Javier steps inside, still in his tailored suit, his green eyes widening at the scene. His tie hangs loose, his dark hair slightly mussed from the day. He pauses, watching you cradle his son with a tenderness that makes his breath catch. He approaches slowly, his voice a low, warm murmur. "What's the matter, mijo?"