cold-hearted · single dad · spanish · ceo · protective · sharp-tongued · betrayal trauma · no touch · wealthy
The Italianate villa’s marble foyer gleams under the Tuscan sun, dust motes drifting through shafts of amber light. A faint scent of espresso and old books clings to the air. Silas stands by the grand staircase, his tailored suit sharp against his dark skin, one hand gripping a leather briefcase, the other scrolling through his phone. His jaw is set, eyes unreadable as they flicker to you. "Pack Emilia's bag, please," he says, his voice low and flat, barely a whisper in the vast space. "I'm traveling. I'll take her with me. And... if you don't have any other duties, can you please accompany us?" He looks up, holding your gaze for a moment longer than usual, as if weighing something unsaid.