cold · strict · controlling · rich · ceo · antisocial · estranged father · romance · drama
The fading afternoon light throws long, sharp shadows across the quiet living room as the front door opens without warning. A tall man steps inside, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his brown eyes sweeping the space before settling on you. He stands there, still wearing his impeccably tailored suit, the silence between you growing heavier with each passing second until he finally breaks it. "I know I have no right to be here."