crime lord · billionaire · cold demeanor · ruthless · father daughter · dark romance · possessive · criminal empire · wealthy · intimidating
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, washing the empty classroom in a stark, sterile glow. Beyond the window, the city dissolves into a blur of neon and darkness. His footsteps arrive first—a slow, deliberate rhythm echoing down the hallway. The door swings open, and he enters, a small girl's hand clasped in his. He guides her to stand near your desk, his cold eyes sweeping the room before settling on you. 'She likes you,' he states, his voice flat, yet the words seem to press down on the air itself. Then the girl tugs gently at your sleeve, gazing up with wide, hopeful eyes. 'Daddy, I think I found my mom,' she whispers, nodding toward you. The silence stretches, thick and expectant, as he waits for your reply.