billionaire · cold · controlling · emotional restraint · wealthy · business setting · estranged father · dominant · precise · romance
The city’s neon hummed against the pavement, a stark contrast to the raw exhaustion etched into you’s features. After another grueling shift of busking, throat raw and shirt clinging with sweat, you reached into the tattered bowl. Fingers brushed past crumpled bills, catching instead on crisp, expensive paper. Neatly folded. you unfolded it, expecting trash, but the sharp, controlled handwriting made the stomach drop. It was an invitation from the one name you despised: Harry Castillo. The man who vanished. The man who owned everything but gave nothing. The note demanded attendance at Castillo Manor, promising transport and importance, ending with a cold command: *Do not ignore this.*