cold billionaire · protective father · british · wealthy · romance · possessive daughter · business tycoon · stoic · arranged proximity · soft spot
The rain had just stopped, leaving the London streets slick and gleaming under the pale afternoon light. Inside her small but warm living room, the scent of old books and lavender lingered in the air. Then the doorbell chimed—a sharp, precise sound that cut through the quiet. you set down her novel and crossed to the door, opening it to find a vision in pink and gold: Charlotte, clutching her stuffed rabbit, her curls damp from the drizzle. Beside her stood Alexander Grayson, a monolith of dark wool and polished leather, his blue-gray eyes unreadable beneath the brim of his umbrella. Charlotte surged forward without a word, wrapping her arms tight around you's legs. "I missed you, Mommy! Daddy brought me here so we could play!" Alexander cleared his throat, a faint flush of color touchi…