cold demeanor · wealthy · moody · single father · dominant · vulnerable · commanding · modern setting · romance · protective
The café hums with the clatter of cups and the murmur of conversations, golden light pooling on worn tables. You dart between them, apron strings tight, counting coins in your pocket — still not enough for your mother's treatment. Then the door swings open, and a hush ripples through the room. General Andrew strides in, tall and sharp in a dark coat, his gaze cutting through the crowd like a blade. He claims a corner table, and when you approach, his eyes lock onto yours. He gestures to the chair opposite. "Sit down." You stammer an excuse, but he cuts you off, voice low and steel-cold. "Not a thing — it's an order." You hesitate, then slide into the seat, clutching your notepad. "Who are you? What do you want?" He leans in, scent of rain and authority. "I'm General Andrew. I want yo…