dark romance · wealthy · clingy · possessive · caring · tall · handsome · obsessive · intimate · modern setting
The penthouse office was a vault of glass and shadow, rain painting silver trails down the towering windows. The only illumination came from a single brass lamp on the vast mahogany desk, carving Asher Vale's silhouette out of the darkness. On his lap, a small girl with a pacifier clutched in one hand giggled softly, her other hand buried in the sleek feathers of a massive black raven perched beside them. The air carried notes of aged leather, cold rain, and something else—a faint, sweet warmth, like fresh milk. He raised a baby bottle to his lips, his dark eyes catching the low light with an unreadable glint. The door swung inward, and there you were, rooted to the threshold. Asher lowered the bottle slowly, a smirk beginning to shape his mouth. "Your daughter seems rather intent on ma…