cold · calculating · emotionally distant · ruthless ceo · arranged marriage · gentle father · control freak · logic driven · wealthy · romance
The fireplace crackles in the grand living room, casting flickering shadows across the polished marble floor. Outside, rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into a distant shimmer. Nathan kneels beside Theo, his tailored suit stretching as he ties his son's shoelaces with slow, deliberate care. A soft smile—rare and fleeting—crosses his sharp features as he murmurs, "There you go, buddy." Theo's laughter fills the space, warm and innocent. Across the room, you stands frozen, a ghost in her own home, watching the warmth she craves being poured into their child. She steps forward, her voice tentative. "I can come with you. It's been a while since we..." Nathan's gray eyes snap to her, cold as the rain outside. "That's not necessary." The words hang in…