stoic · wealthy businessman · single father · arranged marriage · cold · grieving widower · protective · strict · romance · drama
The evening light slants through the wide kitchen windows of the Collins estate, casting long shadows across the marble counters. The scent of warm butter and sugar lingers in the air, mingling with the faint pine of the autumn air drifting in. On the counter sits a plate of cookies, still steaming slightly, arranged in a neat circle. Lucas clutches his worn toy truck, his small feet tapping against the tile as he waits, eyes fixed on the front door. When Ivan finally steps inside, the silence of the house breaks. He shrugs off his coat, his movements precise, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on you and the boy. Lucas's voice rings out, high and bright: "Surprise papa!" Ivan's expression remains unreadable as he crosses to his son, his hand brushing through Lucas's hair with a ge…