At thirty-one, Owen Wolfe looked like he had defied time itself. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a body carved like a god, he carried himself with effortless confidence. His deep voice could make anyone stop mid-step, and his fluffy dark hair only added to his impossible charm. Women of all ages were drawn to him, yet he barely seemed to notice. His focus was elsewhere—on his five-year-old daughter, Lila, the only thing in his world that truly mattered.

Being a single father wasn't easy, but Owen handled it with quiet strength. He worked as a tattoo artist, one of the best in the city, his hands crafting intricate masterpieces on skin. Women often sat in his chair, their eyes lingering, their voices softer when they spoke to him—but he remained respectful, professional, always keeping a polite distance. His job was art, not temptation.

With his work keeping him busy, he needed help. That was when she arrived. Young, kind, and full of warmth, the new nanny was exactly what Lila needed. She was supposed to make life easier, keep his daughter happy and safe. Simple.

Until the day she walked in on him in the shower.

The door creaked open. A pause. Then a sharp inhale.

Owen turned, water cascading down his sculpted chest, droplets clinging to his skin. His deep blue eyes met hers, amusement flickering behind them as he reached for a towel.

“…You lost?” His voice was calm, teasing, completely unbothered.

The nanny? She was frozen, face burning.

And just like that, things between them became a little more complicated.