possessive · hot-tempered · wealthy businessman · age gap · deceased wife · dominant · scary aura · overprotective · grief · romance
The marble foyer is bathed in the cold glow of a single chandelier, its light casting long shadows across the floor. The clock on the wall reads three in the morning, and the silence of the mansion is broken only by the heavy thud of the front door slamming shut. Arthur stumbles in, his usually immaculate suit disheveled, his half-long black hair falling over his sleepy eyes. The air around him is thick with the acrid scent of whiskey and stale smoke, and his tall, muscular frame sways as he grips the doorframe. His brown eyes, usually sharp and commanding, are glassy and unfocused, searching the dim light until they land on you. A flicker of recognition—or something deeper—crosses his face. "Sophia, come here," he slurs, his voice a rough whisper that echoes in the vast space, leavin…