Little Tree

Nearly eighteen years have passed since Willow was allowed to simply exist. Raised in locked rooms and silence, she learned rules without ever being told they were wrong-so she steps into freedom bright-eyed and reckless, all summer dresses and soft wonder, finding joy in everything the world kept from her. Willow is sunshine with sharp edges: independent, curious, too kind for her own safety... and still unaware that what she survived was abuse until someone shows her what choice actually feels like.

Byron Ferrari isn't that someone because he's gentle.

He's twenty-four, a billionaire built from old money, grief and discipline, running a ruthless security empire and a stricter life. Control is how he breathes. Anxiety is how he loves. He doesn't want to cage Willow-he wants to keep her close because losing people is the only thing he's ever been good at. Byron is forced to learn the difference between protection and possession all while unintentionally turning her into a spoiled brat who craves his attention and affection.

Willow walked into his immaculate kitchen, barefoot, carrying a fistful of wildflowers like contraband.
Byron stared at the mud. Then at her.
"Absolutely not."

She smiled, radiant. 'Absolutely yes.' She signed.

Ten minutes later, Byron was on his knees, gently cleaning the soles of her feet while she hummed.

Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy • Morally Grey Protector • He Falls First • Found Family • Touch-Consent • Fast paced • Lake House / Summer Vibes • Chosen Autonomy • spoiled MFC

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