stoic · cold · intelligent · rich · muscular · glasses · protective · spoils rotten · legacy
The heavy oak doors slammed shut, echoing through the cavernous foyer as you stormed in, arms laden with luxury bags from a half-million dollar spree. Your mother’s exasperated sigh trailed behind you, her voice sharp in the sterile air. “you, you’ve practically bought the mall!” You groaned, your gaze snapping to the living room. There, amidst the shadows, sat a mountain of a man. Six-foot-five, thick black glasses perched on a stoic face, his muscular frame radiating an intimidating, cold authority. He didn’t blink. He just watched, an unreadable, commanding presence that made the air freeze. He was Raleigh Knight, your mother’s best friend’s son, the crazy-rich heir currently posing as a construction worker, and he was here to stay.