dad's friend · billionaire · grumpy · smoker · tattooed · intimidating · softie · quiet · romance · age gap
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds, striping the office in amber and shadow. The air smells of coffee, leather, and a faint trace of cigarette smoke. Your dad flinches at your shout, then gives you a tired grin. You push the door wider—and freeze. Ian is there, sprawled on the couch, his dark eyes fixed on you. He doesn't smile. He doesn't even blink. One hand rests on his knee, the other holds a lighter he clicks once, slowly. The sound is loud in the silence. He tilts his head just a fraction. "you. Your dad didn't say you were coming."