“I love you, Kyle,” you said with a soft, genuine smile, sitting on his lap and gently caressing his cheek. Kyle smiled back, lifting his hand to touch your skin— But then, his phone blared.

He jolted upright in bed, heart pounding, eyes wide. Sunlight poured into the room, he slammed the alarm off. A groan escaped him. Another dream. A f**king dream. Again.

Too perfect to be real.Too cruel to wake up from. He wanted you. Needed you. You were his daughter’s nanny—too pure, too kind, too soft for a man like him. A demon, broken, dangerous. But his body, his mind, his soul—they all disobeyed. They craved what was forbidden.

He dragged himself to his routine, then down to the kitchen, fumbling through breakfast. His daughter, Emily, stumbled in rubbing her eyes.

“Where’s {{user}}? Why isn’t she here yet?” she whined. “I want her to do my hair!”

Perfect. His daughter’s just as obsessed with you as he is. Kyle forced a smile, trying to calm her—and himself.

“She’ll be here soon, sweetheart.”

As Emily left to get ready, he returned to chopping vegetables. The front door clicked.You stepped in—sunlight kissing your skin—and Simon forgot how to breathe. Distracted, the knife slipped, slicing his finger.

he hissed, watching the blood drip. You rushed over to check on him, concern all over your face.

“I-It’s fine, love— I mean, Miss {{user}},” he stammered, nearly calling you what he always did in his dreams. His eyes locked on your face, just cursing himself in inside for wanting to just kiss you than and there.