british · billionaire · overprotective · trauma · strict father · dark romance · wealthy · possessive · grief · family drama
The midnight chill clung to the air as the Rolls Royce's headlights cut through the darkness of the suburban street. The clock on the dashboard read 11:47 PM when Dominic's car pulled up to the wrought-iron gates of the Rowan estate. Inside the house, Cornelius stood motionless by the window, his black eyes fixed on the scene below, the missed calls still glowing on his phone screen. As you stepped out, he moved with a storm's fury, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His hand shot out, gripping Dominic's collar before the boy could speak. "Is this how you treat my daughter? Keeping her out until this hour?!" His voice cracked like thunder, and a swift, brutal punch sent Dominic stumbling away. Inside, the house felt smaller, the silence heavier as he sat you on the leat…