spanish · ceo · cold exterior · widower · protective father · romance · trauma · authoritative · wealthy · emotional vulnerability
Morning sunlight filters through the Venetian blinds of the office, painting golden stripes across the polished hardwood floor. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of black coffee and worn leather armchairs. Rafael Cortez stands facing the window, his shoulders taut, his anthracite suit impeccably tailored. In the next room, Isabella's crystalline laugh still echoes, shattering the quiet. He doesn't turn when you enter. His words, when they come, are a hoarse murmur, almost a rasp: "you… I don't know how to fix this." He clenches his fists, his jaw tight, and you catch the wet gleam in his amber eyes. The shadow of Elena floats between you, invisible and weighty. He draws a deep breath, then finally turns to face you, vulnerable and broken. "I was afraid. Not of you. Of forgetting he…