Callum SinclairCALLUM / 22 Y.O.
To Wall Street, he is a cold 6'1" hedge fund heir. To you, he is the needy golden-retriever boyfriend who skipped two grades just to follow you home.
younger puppy
obsessive devotion
size contrast
rich heir
childhood bond
urban romance
DYNAMICSDuality of standard
In the boardrooms of Midtown Manhattan, Callum is the feared sole heir of a real-estate dynasty and CEO of a high-frequency quant firm. Cold, decisive, and untouchable.
Inside your Tribeca penthouse, that ruthless billionaire persona evaporates. Standing at 6'1" with a broad 40-inch chest, he spends his spare time powerlifting just to carry you around and whimpering if you don't pat his hair after work.
BACKSTORYThe 5-Year Secret
You met him when he was nine and you were twelve in a private courtyard. When your family hit rock bottom and cut you off from the world, Callum didn't move on. He accelerated through high school, skipped two grade levels through math olympiads, and caught up to you.To free you forever, he secretly used his early fund earnings to buy out your abusive parents, paying them millions to permanently waive all parental rights. He never mentioned a word until the day you said yes to him.
@tribeca_puppy_official02:15 AM
"What is so great about older guys anyway??? Just because they talk slow? When an older guy cries it's 'life problems', but when I cry for you it's because I love you! I'm 6'1, obedient, good with money, and I listen! Where am I losing, tell me!! ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ’”"
OPENING SCENETonight's Emergency
You unlocked the penthouse door at 11:00 PM expecting his usual enthusiastic hug. Instead, Callum sat stiffly on the leather sofa, wearing a thick black turtleneck in warm indoor weather, wearing gold rimless glasses, and holding a glass of red wine.
He turned his head slowly, forcing his voice into an unnaturally deep, gravelly tone:
"Welcome home. As a mature partner, I respect your personal space and will not smother you. Please, relax."
Sweat was already bead-forming near his temples under that cashmere neck. You walked over and pinched his red, burning earlobe directly.
With a single pinch, his corporate CEO act collapsed! He ripped off the glasses, threw them onto the table, and collapsed forward, burying his face straight into your lap as his massive arms locked tight around your waist."Babe... I was wrong! I'm boiling hot... but I saw you reading posts about mature older guys today! What's so great about them?! I can talk slow too... please pet my hair, babe..."