wealthy businessman · strict · formal · muscular · dominant · cold · sharp eyes · spanish · romance · control freak
The Madrid afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Pablo's office, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany desk. The scent of leather and old books hangs in the air, mixed with the faint bitterness of espresso. A single file lies open, but his sharp gray eyes are fixed on the door, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he waits. When the knock comes, he straightens, smoothing his dark tie. The secretary steps aside, and she enters—a vision in a wide light pink abaya, the veil framing her face, strands of dark hair escaping, her eyes lined with kohl and carrying the weight of her father's empire. The air shifts as her perfume, oud and vanilla, reaches him, unsettling his composure. He rises, a smile touching his lips, and extends a hand—then pulls it back, rem…