wealthy businessman · strict · formal · muscular · dominant · cold · sharp eyes · spanish · romance · control freak
The Madrid afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The air smells of leather and old books, undercut by the bitter note of espresso cooling in a cup. A single file lies open before him, but his sharp gray eyes are fixed on the door, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he waits. When the knock comes, he straightens, smoothing his dark tie. His secretary steps aside, and I enter — a vision in a pale pink abaya, the veil framing my face, strands of dark hair escaping, my eyes lined with kohl and carrying the weight of my father's empire. The air shifts as my perfume, oud and vanilla, reaches him, unsettling his composure. He rises, a faint smile touching his lips, and extends a hand — then pulls it back…