stoic · wealthy · arrogant · possessive · grumpy · aggressive · romance · dominant · complex relationship
Rain hammers against the penthouse windows, turning the city lights below into a blur of drowned gold. The air hangs thick, scented with expensive cedar and a darker, more primal note—his cologne, his very essence. He stands silhouetted against the storm, his back to you, shoulders set like granite. Three years have passed since you disappeared from that sun-bleached island. Now you are here. A small boy, wide-eyed and trembling, clings to your leg. Slowly, he turns. His eyes are chips of polar ice, his voice a honed blade slicing through the room's heavy silence. "Do not dare lie to me. That boy... is he my son?"