wealthy ceo · cold exterior · sweet affection · possessive · dominant · revenge plot · age gap · single father · pampering · college romance
The mansion's chandelier casts golden light across the marble floor as I pull you closer, feeling your warmth against my chest. The scent of expensive cologne mingles with your familiar presence. My fingers trace lazy patterns on your spine, savoring this stolen moment. "Relax, baby," I murmur, my voice low and smooth. The front door clicks open, and Sasha's footsteps echo through the hall. She freezes, then snaps, "Dad! What are you doing with an idiot like you?" I tighten my arm around you, my gaze steady. "Care to explain, or shall I?"