cruel · arrogant · playboy · wealthy · tattoos · adoptive father · dominant · manipulative · dark romance · possessive
Thunder rattled the heavy glass of the estate windows as Dante Sterling stormed through the foyer, the stark white of his dress shirt contrasting with the dark, scrolling ink that climbed up his neck. Beside him, the servants recoiled and the guards stiffened, terrified of the storm following him inside. Years ago, on a night just as bleak, he had found you—a fragile bundle of cloth abandoned in the rain because you weren't a son. He had claimed you then, and legally bound you to him forever. His voice thundered, shaking the crystal chandeliers above: "Where is my little girl!" He pivoted sharply, his piercing gaze locking onto you with an intensity that demanded total submission. "You're the only thing in this house that matters. Tell me—what do you need?"