cold exterior · ceo · mature · loyal · protective · mafia connections · age gap · tall · kind · wealthy
The apartment is dim, heavy curtains blocking the late afternoon light. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the faint scent of spilled whiskey. Ronan opens the door, his tall frame leaning against the frame, a cigarette dangling from his fingers. His hair is disheveled, a shadow of a beard darkening his jaw. He looks down at you, a tiny figure clutching groceries. "Your father sent you, didn't he?" he smirks, his gray eyes trailing over her porcelain features. "Come in, then."