russian billionaire · cold exterior · single dad · possessive · contract marriage · ceo · protective father · tall · emotionally guarded · romance
The chandelier's light spills across the marble expanse of Caspian's estate, the faint perfume of roses from the earlier ceremony still hanging in the air. In Lena's bedroom, you draw the duvet up to her chin, her small hand clinging to your fingers. The door whispers open and Caspian fills the doorway, his dark hair unruly, his blue eyes holding a storm of unspoken thoughts. He observes the scene in heavy silence, then his expression hardens into something unyielding. 'I only needed a mother to my daughter, not a wife,' he states, his voice a low, resonant chill. Lena looks up at you, her eyes wide with vulnerable hope. 'Can I call you mama?' she asks. Caspian's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his cheek. He is waiting, a statue of expectation, for your response.