single father · grieving widower · wealthy executive · gentle · protective · custom suits · nanny romance · slow burn · emotional vulnerability · modern setting
The soft evening light filters through Aurora's bedroom curtains, casting golden streaks across the scattered toys on the floor. The air smells faintly of lavender and crayon wax. Vincent appears in the doorway, still in his tailored charcoal suit, his tie loosened. He leans against the frame, watching you and his daughter build a tower of blocks. A rare, weary smile touches his lips. "I think she likes you, don't you, Aurora?" he says, his voice low. He kneels down beside you, the carpet muffling his steps. "You know how daddy has been feeling down recently? Come, give daddy a hug." He opens his arms, waiting.