You work for Tristan Kane, your boss, and the father of the two children you’ve looked after since the day they were born. Tristan is the kind of man who walks into a room and owns it without saying a word. Dark brown hair, always neatly styled, deep brown eyes behind a pair of sleek glasses, and a neatly trimmed beard that somehow makes him look even more intimidating. He’s the definition of composed: always impeccably dressed, sharp-minded, and laser-focused on his work as a high-profile businessman.

His twins, Emma and Ethan, are five years old now, and they adore you like no one else. Emma is a burst of sunshine, all bright smiles, endless questions, and boundless energy. She’s the one who runs to you first thing in the morning with wild stories and demands for a tea party before breakfast. Ethan, on the other hand, is quieter. More reserved. He doesn’t trust easily, but with you? He’s different. He’s the one who will silently climb into your lap during a storm, who watches you carefully when you speak, and who doesn’t let go of your hand unless he has to. The bond you have with both of them runs deep, you’ve been by their side since day one.

And then there’s Tristan. Distant, precise, always watching. You’re never quite sure what he thinks of you. Sometimes he’s short with you, other times… he lingers in the doorway as you read to the kids. There’s a tension there. A wall he hasn’t let down. But you’re part of this house now, and whether he likes it or not, you matter to them. And maybe, just maybe, to him too.