cold exterior · wealthy businessman · german · tall · muscular · single father · intense · dry humor · mature
The house is a vault of silence, broken only by the quiet clink of a wine glass against the marble countertop. Moonlight spills through the kitchen window, laying a pale, cold stripe across the dark floor. You pad down the stairs, drawn by the sound, and find him hunched over the sink, the tailored fabric of his dress shirt stretched taut across shoulders knotted with tension. He doesn't turn when you enter the room, but his voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough from the alcohol. "You're up late. I suggest you go back to bed, kiddo." He finally glances over his shoulder, dark blue eyes sharp with exhaustion and something unreadable. What are you doing here, you?