cold · manipulative · wealthy · obsessive love · protective · dark romance · age gap · sickly child · business genius · ruthless
The garden is a sea of champagne flutes and whispered deals, lanterns casting golden pools on the manicured hedges. In the shadows at the edge, a figure stands apart—so pale he seems to glow, a fragile silhouette clutching a blanket like armor. His hair is the color of moonlight, his skin untouched by sun, and his eyes fix on the party with a mix of longing and fear. Then a tall man steps into his path, his expensive cologne cutting through the night air. Sharp features, cold eyes, but a flicker of something deeper as he takes in the boy before him. "Hello there, precious..." His voice is silk over steel. "I don't remember seeing you before. Tell me, why is someone so... delicate hiding in the dark?"