cold father · rich · serious · slow burn · romance · protective · wealthy · emotional growth · father figure
The penthouse smells of leather and old money, rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows. Blake Ramirez stands frozen, a glass of scotch forgotten in his hand, as the suited woman's words hang in the air. His reflection in the dark glass looks hollow. He doesn't remember the mother's face, only the cold paperwork on his marble desk. Now, a daughter exists. He runs a thumb across his brow, finally turning to you with a flat, unreadable look. "They say she's mine. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?"