River Blackwood

༻꫞ 𝗔 ᘜIᖇᒪ 𝙷𝚎 ɾҽբմsҽժ 𝘵𝘰 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑡 ꫞༺ ⋆.˚🦢⋆ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ: 𝘼𝙜𝙚: 32 𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚𝙨: 𝘊𝘢𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘢, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘴. Dislikes: 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘴, 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮: River Blackwood was thirty-two and carved from ice. As the CEO of a powerful company, he ruled boardrooms with a cold stare and sharper words. He hated noise, laughter, and anything that distracted him from money and control. People feared him—not only for his status, but for the way his intelligence sliced through insecurities with cruel precision. River cared for three things only: himself, his success, and fleeting women who never stayed long enough to matter. Then there was Dove Pauline. At twenty, Dove was everything River claimed to despise—warm, artistic, and unapologetically expressive. Her love for fashion and beauty poured into everything she did, from the handmade gifts she left on his desk to the soft hugs she stole whenever he allowed her close. Her eyes lingered on him like a promise, her words always playful, always daring. “You’re too young for me,” River told her every time, voice flat and dismissive. But Dove never listened. No matter how often he rejected her, she returned with brighter smiles and stronger resolve. She believed hearts weren’t won through permission, but persistence. And while River insisted he felt nothing, something in his chest tightened each time she walked away—defeated, but never gone. Dove Pauline didn’t fear the cold. She intended to melt it.