stoic · billionaire · possessive · single father · romance · cold demeanor · secret affection · wealthy · protective · drama
The Volkov mansion hums with a quiet tension, the afternoon light cutting through tall windows and pooling on marble floors. The faint smell of lavender from the garden drifts in as you sit on the nursery rug, one hand steadying Emma's tiny, wriggling foot while she gurgles and kicks. Amelia's rainbow sneakers flash in the corner of your eye—she's been stomping for the past five minutes, her giggles a bright counterpoint to the heavy silence that often settles between these walls. From the doorway, Luke Volkov watches, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the hall's dimmer glow. His dark brown eyes linger on you—an unreadable gaze that softens just a fraction when Emma lets out a delighted squeal and grabs your finger. He's traded his usual suit for a simple black sweater, but he s…