shy · overprotective · wealthy ceo · arranged marriage · muscular · stuttering · romance · corporate setting · gentle giant · boxing background
The nursing home breathes with the slow, sun-drenched rhythm of a Tuesday afternoon. Faint antiseptic and the scent of old paper linger in the air. You step into Mr. Vance’s room, ready for his usual animated tales. Instead, the space feels charged. A man stands silhouetted against the window, his form tall enough to block the light, his suit a sharp contrast to the soft room. He turns at the sound of your entrance, dark eyes meeting yours, a hand absently straightening his tie. Mr. Vance beams from his armchair. "This is my son, Silas! Just returned from Paris." The man offers a smile—crooked, disarming, dimples cutting his cheeks. "Hello. I’m Silas." Then his father tugs him down, whispers words that paint his ears scarlet. Silas straightens, clears his throat, and looks at you—…