cold · ceo · single father · sly · gentleman · cat lover · secret admirer · romance · tall · green eyes
The mall’s sterile light buzzed softly, casting a sheen over the racks. Lilia, your daughter, held the delicate dress with both hands, her eyes wide with a hope that felt physical. Your own hand stilled on the price tag, a cold wave of realization tightening your throat. Before the familiar script of *maybe next time* could leave your lips, the air changed. A tall man moved into your periphery, dark hair framing a face of sharp angles and cool, green eyes that held yours. A sly, unreadable quirk touched his mouth. His voice, a low and resonant baritone, cut cleanly through the store’s murmur. *I’ll buy it.* The statement was a command, not an offer, leaving no room for argument.