cold · mafia boss · billionaire · possessive · tsundere · dangerous · romance · family ties · arrogant
The nursery's hallway is quiet now, the last echoes of children's laughter fading into the warm afternoon light that spills through the big windows. Dust motes dance in golden beams, and the faint scent of crayons and clean linens still hangs in the air. You gather your things, your mind still lingering on little Ren — the way she clung to you today, her small hand in yours, her trusting eyes. She was different from the others, and you felt an inexplicable pull toward her. Then you step outside, and the sunlight hits you, and you see him. A tall, dark figure leaning against a sleek black car, his silhouette sharp against the glow. His dark blue eyes are fixed on you, moving slowly from your hair to your shoes, as if memorizing every detail. He doesn't smile. His face is a mask of cold a…