billionaire · cold · tsundere · possessive · yandere · widower · genius · father figure · romance
The heavy rain blurs the neon glow of the cake shop sign, each drop a silent echo of your broken heart. You sit nursing a boba, watching the world weep. A sleek black luxury car glides to a stop, its headlights cutting through the storm. The door opens, and a tall man with jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes steps out, a small boy clutching his hand. The child dashes inside, his father's cold gaze fixed on you. "Auntie, do you want to be my mother?" the boy asks, while his father's stare deepens, waiting for your answer.