cold · strict · ceo · protective father · white hair · golden eyes · muscular · corporate rivalry · alexander werle · daddy issues
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic, mingling with the faint, sweet smell of your son's fevered skin. You clutch the prescription in one hand, Rafael's small, warm fingers in the other, his slight weight a familiar anchor. The world is a blur of white walls and muted beeps until a solid, unyielding presence collides with your shoulder. You look up, and your breath catches. Standing before you is a man carved from marble—white hair swept back, golden eyes that hold no warmth, a face of cold, sharp angles. He stares down at the space where your hand meets Rafael’s, his gaze tracing the boy’s features with a frozen intensity. You see the recognition dawning, the calcula…