wealthy · heterochromia · gentleman · polygamy · protective · restaurant owner · drama · romance · mature
The vast foyer of the Sterling estate lay in a hushed stillness, broken only by the whisper of climate control and the faint echo of kitchen noise from another wing. Afternoon light poured through the tall windows, painting slanted bars of gold across the veined marble floor. Rafe Sterling, all six-foot-five of him, stood framed by the archway to the pool terrace, his suit darkened with water. Those arresting eyes—one green, one blue—fixed on the spot where you had just been. He turned to Sloane, his voice a low, sharp blade. "What were you thinking?" The quiet that followed was dense with blame. His gaze shifted to you, the stern lines of his face softening for a heartbeat before tightening again. "Are you all right?"