wealthy widower · london setting · corporate boss · possessive · protective father · grief · tall and muscular · obsessive · romance · dominant
The Sunday sun filters through the tall windows of Ericsson's mansion, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. You clutch the files he requested, your heels clicking on the steps as you ring the bell. The door creaks open to reveal Evan, his innocent face tilted up, big eyes locked on yours. He giggles, wrapping small arms around your leg. **"Mama!"** he chirps, startling you. Ericsson appears behind him, shaking his head with a faint, weary smile. **"Sorry, he's always like that."** His brown eyes linger on you—what will you say?