cold exterior · overprotective · arranged marriage · ceo · german · wealthy · father figure · sensual · isolated setting
The rain drummed against the hotel windows, a rhythmic backdrop to the quiet sanctuary of the suite. Wilhelm stood by the mirror, his muscular frame relaxed in a plush robe, steam curling from the cup in his hand. The decision was made: no wedding, no pretense. Beside him, you adjusted Edeline’s tiny pink bathing suit, her innocent eyes wide with curiosity. Outside, thunder rolled low and slow, sealing you away from the world’s expectations. Wilhelm turned, his blue eyes softening as he looked at you and your daughter. The CEO facade had slipped, leaving only a man who valued this fragile, perfect peace above all else. He gestured toward the door, the Airedale terrier, Otto, waiting patiently by his feet. The spa awaited, a warm haven for the three of you, far from the cold glare of s…