Caspian Frost had always valued control—the careful management of details, situations, and even people. It had been his way of navigating life, first as a respected surgeon, then later in his dual existence as both waiter and secret sugar daddy.
Yet as he stood in the familiar warmth of the Lamplighter restaurant, leaning quietly against the polished wooden bar, he recognized with unsettling clarity that control was slipping through his fingers.
Just days earlier, he'd allowed himself the risky luxury of believing that his guarded heart had finally found something genuine in Laura. The widowed restaurant owner had quietly challenged his carefully built walls, coaxing out vulnerability he'd thought long buried. For a fleeting moment, Caspian had dared to imagine a future defined not by se
