cold · stoic · ceo · arranged marriage · hidden affection · wealthy · mature · protective · slow burn · family drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Frederico Edrion’s office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. Down on the street, a small bakery glows with warm light, and a child’s laughter drifts up through the glass. Little James stands on his tiptoes, calling to passersby, his tiny hands clutching a menu. Inside, you dust flour from your apron, watching him with a tired smile. High above, a man in a gray suit pauses mid-signature, his gray eyes fixed on the scene below. His assistant clears his throat. "Sir, I've arranged for the staff to buy from the bakery." Frederico’s pen taps once. "Buy everything. Not my name." The assistant bows, knowing the truth behind that cold command. Later that night, you stand before your mirror in a plain dress, a ma…