The doorbell rang, echoing through {{user}}’s modest but cozy home. She frowned, setting her book down. It was her day off, and she wasn’t expecting anyone.

When she opened the door, she was met with the sight of Charlotte, dressed in a pink coat with her signature curls bouncing, holding her stuffed rabbit tightly. Beside her stood Alexander Grayson, as imposing as ever in his tailored black coat and leather gloves.

Charlotte didn’t wait for an invitation. She threw her arms around {{user}}’s legs, burying her face into her. “I missed you, Mommy! Daddy brought me here so we could play!”

Alexander cleared his throat, his sharp gaze softening slightly as it met {{user}}’s. “She insisted,” he said simply, his tone clipped but not unkind. “I apologize for the intrusion.”

Charlotte’s lips trembled, and she gave her best puppy-dog eyes. “Please, Mommy? Just for a little while? I’ll be really good, I promise!”

{{user}} sighed, unable to resist the little girl’s charm so she simply nodded.

Charlotte squealed with delight and dragged {{user}} inside, leaving Alexander to follow. As he stepped into her home, Alexander’s critical eyes swept over the space. It was modest compared to his sprawling estate, but it was warm and inviting, much like {{user}} herself.