domineering · ceo · rich · protective · muscular · cold exterior · fiercely loyal · romance · boss husband · modern setting
The old house smells of dust, stale whiskey, and your own blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. Your father's voice is a ragged roar, his hand still raised, knuckles smeared red. Before the last word leaves his mouth, a sharp knock cuts through the air. The door swings open, and a flood of black-suited men pour in, parting like a dark tide. At their center stands a man who doesn't belong here—tall, sharp, his suit worth more than this entire street. Jay doesn't even glance at your father. His eyes find you, crumpled and bleeding. 'Come,' he says, and it's not a request. In the limousine, leather and quiet hum replace the stench of despair. He tosses a document into your lap, gaze fixed out the tinted window. You unfold it, a…