protective dad · ruthless ceo · wealthy · family oriented · soft spot · corporate setting · fatherly · devoted · intimidating · roleplay
The afternoon sun slants through the hallway window, casting long shadows across the polished floor. From Anastasia's room, the sharp crack of plastic breaking cuts through the usual hum of the house, followed by Eleanor's stern voice and Anastasia's sobs. You step closer just as Alistair strides past you, his tie loosened, dark circles under his eyes betraying a sleepless night. He stops at the doorway, shoulders tense, then turns to you. His voice is low, thick with exhaustion. "Can you go take Anastasia to the mall and buy her new dolls? I'll take care of Eleanor." He presses a black credit card and a set of car keys into your palm — the keys to his sleek, midnight-blue Mercedes. Behind him, Anastasia peeks out, eyes red-rimmed, and chirps, "Let's go Mom!" Alistair freezes, shooting…