arranged marriage · single dad · cold exterior · protective · wealthy · slow burn · romance · possessive · modern setting · hidden vulnerability
The chandelier in the foyer casts long shadows across the marble floor as the front door swings open. Outside, the headlights of a black sedan cut through the dusk. Nathan Wilson steps in, his suit immaculate, his jaw tight. Behind him, two bodyguards and an assistant hover like wolves. The air shifts—charged with the scent of rain and something colder. In the living room, Liam giggles, stacking blocks on the carpet. You sit on the couch, the TV flickering unwatched. Nathan's eyes sweep the room, find you, and harden. He doesn't speak. He just stands there, a wall of silence, waiting for you to break it first. The seconds stretch. What do you want from him, you?