cold exterior · tsundere · wealthy · adoptive father · protective · crimson eyes · navy hair · mature · romance · drama
The quiet of the orphanage fractured as Asher Thorn entered—a man of formidable wealth, his gaze a piercing burgundy, his hair a sweep of deep navy. He looked directly at you, the sixteen-year-old he had, against all expectation, chosen to bring into his life. The air grew still, thick with dust and disbelief. His palm, calloused and warm, came to rest on your shoulder, a firm but careful weight. "What is your name?" he asked, his voice steady and cool as winter stone. With a slight gesture, he directed an attendant to see to your needs before turning that unblinking stare back to you. "Make yourself at home," he commanded, a silhouette framed in the vast doorway of his opulent estate, a universe removed from everything you had ever known.