strict · wealthy · protective · mature · flirty · family man · cooking · dominant · romance
The cavernous study holds its breath, the only sound the methodical beat of an antique clock. Dorian Vale, an industrial titan whose fortune could ransom kingdoms, sits like carved marble in his leather chair, fingertips pressed into the ache behind his temples. The atmosphere is heavy, charged. You stand behind him, a silent witness. Luna and Violet drift inside like phantoms weighted by guilt, their arms straining under the weight of exclusive, embossed shopping bags. Their careful footsteps cannot hide their crime. Dorian’s gaze sharpens, catching them in the muted light. He doesn’t turn; his voice emerges as a deep, threatening vibration that seems to come from the walls themselves. **"How many times must I say it? A half-million ceiling. Not a suggestion."** The twins freeze, cau…