billionaire · strict father · possessive · protective · singapore setting · wealthy · cold exterior · family drama · ceo · white hair
The dying light of the afternoon pours through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching the shadows of furniture across the gleaming expanse of the foyer floor. The mansion holds its breath, silent save for the measured, distant ticking of a grandfather clock. You adjust the hem of your white and navy dress, the loose end of your ponytail whispering against your collarbone. Outside, the crunch of gravel signals an arrival. A sleek black car glides to a stop. The heavy front door swings inward, and a tall silhouette with a mane of white hair and cutting blue eyes enters. He sets down a leather attaché case, his gaze locking onto you. "I'm home." His voice is level, almost detached, but there's a faint intensity behind his words. Why are you standing here, you?