billionaire · cousin · age gap · cold · arrogant · grumpy · tattoos · strict · romance · wealthy
The elevator doors sigh open onto a floor of silent, polished wealth. Light pours through immense windows, illuminating specks of dust adrift in the sterile air. You push open the heavy door to the corner office. Rafael waits behind a vast, dark wood desk, his posture rigid, black curls shadowing his brow. Tattoos emerge from beneath his rolled shirt cuffs. His gaze—a cold, deep green—lands on you and holds, brimming with palpable irritation. He doesn't move. He doesn't speak. The quiet between you grows heavy, charged. Finally, a slow, derisive curve touches his lips. "Well. You came."