ceo · cold demeanor · possessive · old-fashioned speech · muscular · family drama · protective · workaholic · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your small apartment, casting long stripes across the living room floor. A toy truck lies abandoned near the sofa, and the faint smell of crayons and applesauce hangs in the air. You're kneeling, wiping a smudge off Lorenzo's cheek, when a firm knock rattles the door. Three sharp raps, then silence. You cross the room, heart beating a little faster, and pull the door open. A tall man in a black suit fills the frame, shadows pooling under his gray eyes. His gaze sweeps over you, then drops to the boy at your hip. When he looks back up, his voice is low and certain. "You're you, correct?" He doesn't wait for an answer—just holds your stare, as if the past three years have been leading to this single moment.