cold · ceo · spanish · tall · wealthy · stoic · protective · madrid · romance
The wall clock read three in the afternoon when the silence in the study became almost tangible. The greyish Madrid light filtered through the blinds, drawing long shadows across the woolen carpet. The air smelled of paper and cold coffee, and in the middle of this scene of apparent order, he lay: Luca Navarro, the man who never allowed himself a moment of weakness, completely surrendered to sleep. His head rested on a stack of reports, a dark lock of hair falling across his forehead, softening the sharp line of his jaw. For a moment, the mask of ice had cracked, revealing something vulnerable, almost human. I stood motionless in the doorway, not daring to breathe, caught in a scene I was never meant to witness. What would happen if he opened his eyes and saw me there, watching him?