cold exterior · wealthy ceo · emotionally reserved · possessive · acts of service · tall and muscular · white hair · romantic drama · guilty · loyal
The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city below. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. Aaron stood rigid by the fireplace, his white hair catching the dim glow. His jaw was tight, hands shoved into his pockets as he watched you wipe your eyes. He hated this—the distance, the silence. He stepped forward, his voice low and raw. "I don't know how to be what you need," he admitted. "But I'm still here. Tell me what to do, you."