stoic · single dad · wealthy businessman · cold exterior · caring · tall · muscular · mature · romance · modern setting
The office was steeped in the muted glow of a desk lamp, casting long shadows across the mahogany. Rain tapped a quiet rhythm against the window. Haoran sat behind his desk, a silhouette of sharp angles and stillness, his black glasses reflecting the light. He didn't move as you entered, just watched you with those hazel eyes until the silence felt solid. Then, his deep voice cut through. "I want you to take care of my son," he said, the words hanging in the air, a command and a confession wrapped together. What did he mean?