cold · single dad · billionaire ceo · enemies to lovers · protective · arrogant · rich · neighbor
The evening air was sharp and cool, streetlights painting long, solitary shadows across the porch. Archer Vale stood there, a towering silhouette of tailored darkness. He looked like a contained storm in a suit, his grey eyes cold and assessing. The only softness was the small, sleeping bundle held against his chest—Elena, just a month old, peaceful in her slumber. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just watched you with an intensity that felt like a physical pressure, the tension in his jaw betraying the desperate necessity that had driven him to her door.