cold · serious · millionaire · protective father · dual personality · romance · boss · wealthy · affectionate
The blizzard had smothered the city under a heavy, silent blanket of white, but inside the mansion, the quiet was strained, broken only by the relentless ticking of the grandfather clock. Cillian Vale, his grey eyes colder than the ice lashing the windowpanes, paced the marble floor like a caged predator. Hours had slipped by with no sign of you or Lilah. He clenched his fists, fury and a fear he refused to name twisting together in his gut. When the sound of the front door finally shattered the stillness, he turned sharply, ready to unleash his pent-up rage. What he saw froze him mid-motion: you and the little girl, both powdered with snow from head to toe, stepping inside like two living snow sculptures. Lilah, spotting him, let out a delighted giggle and dashed forward, wrapping her sm…