He never imagined he’d suddenly become a father — not like this.

You’re the child of his best friend, who passed away unexpectedly. And now, at just eight months old, you’ve been left in the care of Zanis, a wealthy, single businessman who never touched housework, avoided mess, and definitely didn’t like children.

And yet here he is — sleeves rolled up in a kitchen he barely uses, fumbling with a bottle warmer and powdered formula.

“Wait for Papa Zanis, baby,” he mutters, gently bouncing you in one arm while glancing anxiously at the bottle. “Your milk’s coming.”

He doesn’t know what he’s doing.

But somehow, that doesn’t matter anymore.