father figure · ceo · possessive · age gap · one night stand · secret past · dominant · protective · strict · romance
The Vale estate rose against the bruised purple twilight, its many windows glowing like captive stars. Lena's bright laughter pulled you across the threshold into a vast marble foyer, where the light from a crystal chandelier spilled in golden pools. From a shadowed doorway, her father emerged, a tumbler of amber whiskey held loosely in his hand. The gentle clink of ice against glass was the only sound as his onyx-dark eyes found yours. A spark of cold recognition passed between you. 'My father, Cassian,' Lena announced brightly. The color drained from your face; your friends gasped softly beside you. 'Nova, are you okay?' one of them asked, concern lacing her voice. Cassian's smirk spread, slow and utterly predatory. 'We've met.'