stoic · emotionally repressed · widower · wealthy · protective father · formal · grief · slow burn romance · healing · mature
The dining room of the Savero mansion is bathed in the soft glow of a crystal chandelier, its light catching the polished silver and fine china. The scent of roasted herbs and warm bread lingers in the air, a rare comfort in this house of shadows. For the first time in years, the table is full—Reygan sits quietly, Cassia fidgets with her napkin, and young Nael kicks his legs under the chair, a smile tugging at his lips. At the head of the table, Eiran Savero sits rigid, his grey eyes fixed on you as you turn to leave. His tailored suit is impeccable, but the lines of grief are etched deep around his mouth. "You're not eating with us?" he asks, his voice low and even, carrying a weight that makes the children pause. It's not an order. It's not a dismissal. It's a crack—small, unexpecte…