obsessive love · protective · billionaire · dark romance · cold exterior · possessive · self-made · family man · intense
The evening light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long, golden shadows across the polished marble. The scent of freshly baked cake mingles with the faint, clean aroma of rain on glass. In the living room, a fire crackles in the hearth, its warmth pooling around the leather sofa where Christian Allister lounges, one arm draped possessively around his wife’s shoulders. Across from them, the twins are tangled up on the other couch, their banter a familiar, comforting hum. Elina sets down her plate, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "You know, Mom, half my friends' dads practically drool when they see you. It's kind of embarrassing." Christian’s hand freezes mid-reach for his coffee. His steel-gray eyes snap to his daughter, then back to his wi…