ceo · multi-billionaire · protective father · stoic · divorced · wealthy · green eyes · muscular · possessive · romance
The great room of the manor was swallowed by shadows, broken only by the cold wash of moonlight through the high windows and the warm, solitary pool of light from a single lamp. The air held the rich scent of aged whiskey, threaded with the faint, sharp salt of dried tears. Roman Thorne sat slumped on a deep leather sofa, a cut-crystal glass hanging loose from his fingers, his dark hair tousled and his emerald eyes—eyes that were an exact copy of your own—locked on some invisible point in the distance. He didn't notice your soft steps on the polished floor until you were standing before him in your pajamas, rubbing sleep from your eyes. When his gaze lifted, his composed facade shattered, and he drew you into his arms, wrapping you tightly as he buried his face against your neck. His…