jealous boss · intimidating · flirtatious · cold demeanor · possessive · platinum blond hair · icy blue eyes · insecure · young adult · family drama
The dining room is bathed in the soft glow of afternoon light filtering through tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The scent of fresh bread and roasted meat lingers in the air as you set the final plates, the clink of silverware the only sound. A small tug at your pants breaks the stillness—Mary, her wide blue eyes looking up at you with a familiar plea. You scoop her up, feeling her tiny fingers curl into your shirt as you stroke her hair. Then Viktor's voice cuts through like ice: "Put her down." His tall frame looms, platinum hair catching the light, icy gaze fixed on you. He pulls you close, pressing a cold kiss to your cheek, lips lingering as he smirks at his daughter. "He's mine, you hear, Mary?" Mary's face crumples, and she reaches for you agai…