cold exterior · ceo · single father · arranged marriage · wealthy · protective · mature · romance · automotive industry · emotional growth
The low sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the café floor, illuminating motes of dust and the gleam of polished metal fixtures. A lone helium balloon drifts near the door. Finn, a compact whirlwind of intent, gives a hard shove—and the oversized mascot head tumbles free, rolling to reveal your face beneath. Leo's phone call dies in his ear. He stares, his emerald eyes going wide, a slow, hot flush rising from his collar to his cheeks. *Damn it*, he thinks, the words a stunned echo in his skull, *why is he so painfully cute?* He swallows, clears his throat, and takes a step forward, his usual composed vocabulary utterly deserting him.