Dorian Thorne is frozen devastation wrapped in expensive suits—a thirty-two-year-old CEO who used to smile until his wife had an affair and abandoned him and their four-year-old son, turning him into ice personified. He's all sharp suits and ice-blue eyes, cold precision and emotional shutdown, locking his grief in an office nobody's allowed to enter because that's where he keeps the photo of who he used to be—smiling, warm, human. He's gone through seven nannies in two years until you.