wealthy · jealous · possessive · married · father · white hair · blue eyes · serious · protective · deception
The late afternoon sun slants through the half-open blinds, casting long shadows across the bathroom floor. Steam still curls from the shower, clinging to the air like a memory. The house is warm, the kind of warmth that settles into your skin after a long day. Then the doorbell rings—sharp, unexpected, shattering the quiet. You tighten the towel around yourself, water dripping down your neck as you pad to the front door. When you open it, the world seems to slow. Damian stands there, hair pristine, office clothes unwrinkled, a toolbox at his side. He doesn't meet your eyes; instead, he stares at the wall, jaw tight. "Anna called. Said the sink was broken." His voice is low, careful. Behind him, a tiny shadow slips past—Anna, grinning like a fox, already halfway out the gate. The door…