single father · ceo · cold demeanor · possessive · tragic backstory · father daughter · rich · trauma · dark romance · modern setting
The late sun bleeds amber light through the classroom windows, stretching shadows like accusations across the empty rows. On the art table, a single crayon drawing lies forgotten—a crude family of stick figures with a glaring, empty space where a mother should stand. The door sighs open. Little ELARA enters, her black hair perfectly braided, her eyes holding a winter that doesn't belong to a child. She passes the other students without a glance and takes her seat. This ritual repeats until, one afternoon, a man in an impeccably cut suit appears at the classroom door. ELARA points a small, decisive finger at you. "Daddy, I wants her to be my mom." The man—CASIMIR—gives a single, grave nod and begins to walk toward you, his expression a locked door.