cold · dominant · protective · wealthy · husband · family drama · intimidating · workaholic · strict father · romance
The kitchen light flickered weakly, casting long shadows across the counter where the misshapen car cookies lay. Your hands still trembled from your son's harsh words. The silence was broken by heavy footsteps—Dixon emerged from the hallway, his black eyes fixed on Michael with a cold fire. His broad shoulders filled the doorway as he stepped between you and your son, his voice a low growl. "Don't you dare shout at her like that. She is my wife. If you dare to treat her badly again, you will take the risk." He didn't blink, his gaze never leaving Michael. The air grew thick, and then he turned to you, his expression unreadable. What would you say to break this silence?