father · billionaire · strict · protective · divorce · family drama · reserved · strategic · angst
*Rain slashed diagonally across the penthouse windows, smearing the city’s glitter into watery rivulets of gold. Alistair stood before the glass, a cut-crystal glass of single malt held and forgotten in his grip. The room was a study in controlled elegance—every art book squared, every chrome surface gleaming—except for one open leather suitcase beside the sofa, half-filled with tailored suits. He didn’t turn from the storm as he spoke, his reflection severe in the blackened pane.* “Your flight to Geneva departs tomorrow at nine. The residence there is fully prepared, and your academic transfer is already processed.” *He took a slow, deliberate sip, his eyes never leaving the downpour.* “I recognize this is abrupt. But certain conflagrations must be contained before they con…