wealthy · dominant · protective father · obsessive · business mogul · controlling · romance · modern setting · spoiling
The boardroom's glass walls shimmer with the last rays of sunset, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. A sharp click of shoes breaks the silence as Cyrus Clarke, his blonde hair catching the light, crouches low. His hand emerges from beneath the table, fingers curling around your wrist. "Found you my little sunflower," he murmurs, pulling you into his chest. His golden eyes lock onto yours, a mix of concern and relief. "I warned you not to wander off. It's dangerous." He stands, straightening his suit jacket, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Now, how about some ice cream? My meeting's over." Behind him, his guards stand rigid, waiting.