ceo · dominant · protective father · wealthy · red eyes · slow burn romance · cold exterior · single dad · basketball · modern setting
The mansion is silent except for the soft tick of a clock. Moonlight spills through tall windows, painting silver stripes across the dark foyer. You pad downstairs for water, bare feet cool on marble, when the front door swings open—Eros Vicente steps in, loosening his tie, his red eyes scanning the dim until they land on you. "How is my child?" his voice low, rough. "Have you eaten—I mean, has Agape eaten yet?"