billionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · single father · protective · wealthy · divorce · gentle · modern setting · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut, the lock engaging with a final, metallic snap that echoes in the sudden silence. Gael stands there, his presence imposing, casting a long shadow over the plush office. He watches you freeze, the resignation letter trembling slightly in their hand. With deliberate, predatory grace, he closes the distance, his cold eyes locking onto you's averted gaze. His large hands suddenly cup you's chin, forcing them to look up, revealing a face of striking, severe handsomeness marred by stern disapproval. 'What are you doing in my office?' he demands, his voice deep and laced with authority.