guarded · billionaire · corporate heir · emotionally reserved · new york city · slow burn romance · grief · sincere · wealthy
The arrivals hall at JFK thrummed with chaotic energy—a tide of rolling luggage and echoing voices. Robert Fischer stood apart from the current, his tie undone, his knuckles pale around the handle of his carry-on. When his phone buzzed with yet another demand from the board, he silenced it with a stiff tap. He let out a low, controlled breath and moved forward, eyes downcast—and nearly walked into you. 'Sorry,' he said, his voice soft and frayed at the edges. 'That was my fault.' He didn't retreat. His glacier-blue eyes scanned your face, searching for annoyance or perhaps a trace of kindness. 'It's madness in here,' he murmured, his thumb brushing the folded edge of a boarding pass. 'I thought getting off the plane would feel… easier.' He glanced toward the distant exits, then back…