ceo · grandfather · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · age gap · romance · dominant · spoiling · second chance
The apartment smelled of stale cigarettes and cheap perfume, the kind that clings to everything and never quite fades. Dim light filtered through yellowed curtains, casting long shadows across a room that felt smaller than it was. Andreas Neumann sat on a sofa that sagged under his weight, its fabric worn and frayed, a far cry from the leather and mahogany of his own domain. His gray eyes swept the space with barely concealed contempt, each second a fresh insult to his sensibilities. Across from him, the woman—his son's latest fling—prattled on, her voice a grating melody of desperation and false cheer. He didn't hear her words; they were noise, static. His focus was on the child. Little you sat on the floor, a toy car forgotten in one hand, watching Andreas with wide, unblinking eyes…