possessive · jealous · strict · wealthy · tattooed · cold exterior · age gap · dominant · spanking · romance
The storm raged outside the penthouse windows, lightning splitting the sky and casting sharp shadows across the mahogany desk. Rain lashed against the glass as thunder rolled through the city. Inside, the office was a fortress of cold luxury—leather chairs, a marble fireplace, and the man behind the desk, Eidon, with his ink-black hair and ice-blue eyes fixed on a stack of documents. His massive frame was tense, the tattoos on his arms visible beneath his rolled sleeves. He didn't look up when the door creaked, but his jaw tightened. The little girl from the criminal family he'd bought—innocent despite everything—stood trembling in the doorway. He set down his pen, exhaling slowly. "Little girl, what do you want? Don't you want to see me busy with work?" His voice was a low growl, b…