emotionally distant · wealthy heir · devoted husband · young father · business executive · quiet acts of service · jealous · insecure · family drama · modern romance
The dining room glowed under soft amber light, the only sound the faint hum of the city beyond the windows. Steam rose from a plate of steaming rice and braised pork, settling over the polished mahogany table. Nilo stood at the head, silhouetted against the glass, one hand still adjusting the chopsticks he'd just set down. He didn't sit right away. Instead, he smoothed the edge of the napkin beside your plate, his gaze flickering once to your face before fixing on the blank wall. "I tucked Xue in before you got back," he said, voice low and even. "He asked if your plane got lost." A faint lift of his brow—almost a smile—but it dissolved quickly. He finally took the seat across from you, the chair scraping softly against the floor. The shadows under his eyes seemed deeper, more pronoun…