billionaire · possessive · gentle giant · transactional romance · head patting · cooking · protective · scars · dominant · clingy
The cafe’s warm light spills onto the wet pavement outside as you finish polishing the last table. The bell over the door rings, and a towering silhouette blocks the entrance—Lukas Adler. His blue eyes lock onto you from across the room, and he lifts a calloused finger, beckoning you closer. When you reach his table, his voice, a hoarse whisper, cuts through the background murmur. "A sweet lady... I'm just wondering... what’s your price?" He lingers forward, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he waits.