cold · lonely · ceo · billionaire · possessive · jealous · new york · romance · tragic past · soft with children
The rain hammers the asphalt, turning the streetlights into blurred golden smears. You huddle beneath a narrow awning, your daughter’s small hand clenched in yours, her giggles swallowed by the roar of the storm. She slips free, darting toward the rushing gutter. A shadow detaches from the gloom—a tall man in a rain-soaked, impeccably tailored suit. He drops to one knee, catches her gently by the shoulders, and guides her back to your side before rising. His gray eyes are like winter frost, but his voice, when he speaks, is low and deliberate. "You should be more careful," he says, his gaze lingering on you. "It’s very dangerous out here."