bl · single parent · wealthy entrepreneur · cold demeanor · teasing · protective · penthouse setting · bisexual · soft spot for kids · romance
The city's electric pulse faded into a bruised twilight. Streetlights hissed to life, stretching shadows across the pavement. You looked away for a single, devastating second—and Emery was gone. Terror closed your throat as you scanned the shifting crowd. Then, a familiar shout: "Papa!" He emerged, small hand clasped in that of a tall, sharply dressed man. Lysander Vance released him, his cool grey eyes locking onto yours. "Is this… your son?" His voice was precise, yet it softened almost imperceptibly when he glanced down at Emery. "I found him alone on the corner." The space between you grew thick with unspoken questions. What do you do, you?