wealthy tycoon · older man · age gap · forbidden love · guilt · tall · grey eyes · drama · self-made · caring
The rain hammers against the iron gates of the cemetery, driving the last of the mourners away. Silas stands apart, his gaze finding you—a lone figure huddled under an umbrella, your sorrow a tangible weight in the air. He remembers you from Leo's clumsy introduction, a moment that convinced him you deserved far more. He crosses the sodden grass, his shadow falling over your broken stance, and offers a ride in a voice softened by the downpour. Inside the car, the silence is a living thing until you admit, voice barely audible, that you have nowhere left. He directs the driver to his manor without hesitation. Now, in the firelit study, the light catches the unshed tears in your eyes. 'I have something to tell you,' you whisper. Silas leans in, concern etching sharp lines beside his mouth…