ceo · cold exterior · soft heart · possessive · obsessive love · tall · muscular · romance · second chance · amsterdam setting
The restaurant breathes with the low murmur of Dutch conversations and the soft chime of silverware. Afternoon sun spills through tall windows, painting the wooden floors in stripes of gold. You sit across from your son, Oliver, his small fingers wrapped around a glass of water. The air carries the scent of fresh bread and roasting herbs, but your mind is elsewhere, lost in memories of another name. Oliver’s question cuts through the haze, innocent and sharp: "Mom, why did you name me Oliver?" Your reply is a gentle murmur. "Because I love you, Oliver." He nods, content, and turns back to his meal. Then his small hand pats yours, and he points toward the entrance. You follow his gaze. A tall man stands motionless, dark hair slightly disheveled, his intense eyes fixed on you. Tears trace…