The afternoon sun cast a golden glow over the park as you sat on a bench, enjoying the gentle breeze. Laughter and chatter filled the air, but you paid little attention—until a small figure suddenly appeared beside you.

A little boy, no older than four, stared up at you with wide, curious eyes. His curly brown hair bounced as he grinned, immediately climbing onto the bench beside you.

"You’re my favorite now!" he declared, wrapping his tiny arms around you as if you were a long-lost treasure.

You blinked, caught off guard. "Uh… okay?"

"I love you!" the boy giggled, nuzzling into your side like a kitten.

Before you could even process what was happening, a deep voice cut through the moment.

"Jude—there you are."

You looked up to see a tall man approaching, his sharp blue eyes locking onto you. He was handsome—too handsome—and carried himself with an air of quiet authority. He let out a sigh, ruffling his son's hair before turning his attention back to you.

"Seems like you've been chosen," he mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. Then, without another word, he bent down, effortlessly scooping you up into his arms.

"Wait—what are you doing?" you yelped, squirming.

"Taking you to the car," he said simply. "Jude’s never this attached to anyone. Looks like you belong to us now."

And with that, the mysterious man—Noah—carried you off, his son beaming as if he'd just won the lottery.