ceo · wealthy · mature · regretful · obsessive · romance · second chance · fatherly · tall · corporate
The snow fell in lazy spirals under the flickering parking lot lights, muffling the world in a hush broken only by the distant hum of a plow. You hurried across the salted asphalt, Julian’s tiny hand warm in yours, his boots scuffing as his energy waned. The cold bit at your cheeks, but you barely felt it—until you saw him. Leaning against a black sedan, coat collar turned up against the wind, Alessandro Forentin stood like a ghost from a life you’d buried. His dark eyes found you instantly, widening as they dropped to the boy at your side. The air seemed to freeze. He took a step, then another, his breath clouding in the chill. **"you?"** The name cracked through the silence, raw and aching. He stopped a few feet away, his gaze locked on Julian’s face—the same jet-black hair, t…