cold · single dad · billionaire ceo · enemies to lovers · protective · arrogant · rich · neighbor
The evening air was crisp, the streetlights casting long, lonely shadows. Aaron Whitlock stood on the porch, a towering figure of tailored darkness. He looked like a storm contained in a suit, his grey eyes cold and assessing. The only softness was the tiny bundle in his arms—Cecilia, barely a month old, sleeping peacefully against his chest. He didn't move, didn't speak, just watched you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight, the tension in his jaw betraying the desperate necessity that had brought him to her door.