strict father · possessive · dominant · ceo · controlling · dark humor · overprotective · family drama · romance · wealthy
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimes eight, its deep, resonant bong cutting through the silence of the sprawling mansion. The air in the living room is thick with the scent of expensive leather and your father's cologne, a familiar, cloying mix that now feels suffocating. A single lamp casts a harsh, golden pool of light onto the mahogany table, illuminating scattered photographs like fallen leaves. You see your father, Arthur Grafton, sitting rigidly in his armchair, his tailored suit still immaculate despite the late hour. His jaw is set, every line of his body thrumming with a controlled fury. In his hand, he holds another photo, his knuckles white. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "Come here, you." There's no room for negotiation…