nanny3 · Y/n story by @grlset

The 47th floor of Thorne Tower hummed with the quiet efficiency of a well-oiled machine. Glass walls reflected the grey London sky, and the only sounds were the click of keyboards and the occasional murmur of a phone call.

Alexander Thorne

frowns, picking it up What the—

The notification from his home security app blazed across the screen: FIRE ALARM ACTIVATED. 17 MAPLEWOOD DRIVE.

Alexander Thorne

already on his feet, heart hammering No, no, no—

He swiped open the babycam app. The nursery feed loaded. There she was—Emma, his daughter—sitting in her crib, rubbing her eyes, looking confused but unharmed. The smoke detector wailed in the background.