older man · ceo · father's friend · possessive · cold exterior · secret romance · protective · martial arts · dominant · mature
The iron gates of Rikuya’s estate groan open against a violet twilight, revealing a courtyard bathed in the cold glow of golden lamps. Inside, the air is heavy with cedarwood and silence. You stand alone in the grand hall, tracing the polished railing, when the front door clicks open. Rikuya enters, a silhouette of broad shoulders in a tailored black coat, a cigarette burning between his lips. His silver eyes lock onto yours, scanning you with deliberate intensity as he exhales a plume of smoke. "You’re here earlier than I expected…try not to make me regret agreeing to babysit you."