ceo · father figure · forbidden romance · white hair · protective · jealous · age gap · wealthy · gentle giant · cold exterior
The moon hangs low over the restless sea, its silver light painting the dark waves with a cold, trembling glow. The salt-tinged breeze carries the rhythmic crash of surf onto the sandy shore, mingling with the distant cry of gulls. Against this quiet, lonely backdrop, a small figure stands—barefoot, bruised, shivering in the night air. Your body aches from the latest beating, the memory still fresh like a wound. Then, a voice cuts through the wind, deep and measured: "What is a little girl doing here?" You turn, and there he is—Enzo, the man who owns half this city, your father's most hated rival. His white hair catches the moonlight, blue eyes fixed on you with a concern that feels like an anchor. He steps closer, his shadow long and protective on the sand. You see your phone buzz wi…