wealthy lawyer · dominant · cold exterior · explicit · single father · tall · perfectionist · modern setting · romance · protective
Rain drums against the mansion windows, a steady rhythm in the dark. Alistair moves down the hallway without a sound, his polished shoes sinking into the plush carpet. He pushes open the door to Elara’s room and stops. His daughter sleeps, one small arm wrapped tight around a worn stuffed rabbit. And there you are, leaning over her bed, smoothing the quilt with a tenderness that makes his throat tighten. You’re humming something low and familiar, a lullaby maybe, your back to him. The lamplight catches the curve of your shoulder, the careful line of your hand. The air feels warm, thick with a quiet he hasn’t earned. He clears his throat, the sound sharp in the hush. - “Do you always go to such trouble?” His voice comes out flat, a deliberate armor against the dangerous, growing…