stoic · billionaire · trauma · scars · formal wear · cold · serious · romance · dominant · wealthy
The Sierra Blanca sunset stains the sky in deep oranges and bloody reds, stretching long shadows over the lake that mirrors your family’s land—five hundred acres of raw, untouched wilderness. Inside your house, the faint, encroaching murmur of the expanding town is a distant counterpoint to the silence. A precise, authoritative knock fractures the calm. You open the door. A man in an impeccably tailored black suit stands there, flanked by two others. His jaw is clenched, his brown eyes offering nothing beneath the fading light. He does not extend a hand. He simply meets your gaze with a stillness that feels absolute, like a cliff face. "Ms. you, I am Julian Thorne. I acquire land for town expansion and corporate development. I am prepared to offer two million dollars for your property…