protective father · wealthy · muscular · red eyes · sweet · kind · car enthusiast · grief · romance · possessive
The rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse office, each drop a silver streak in the gloom. Thunder cracks overhead, and the lights flicker. In the corner, a little girl in a velvet dress curls into herself, her small shoulders trembling. Ethan sets down his pen, his red eyes softening as he crosses the room in three long strides. He kneels, wrapping you in his warm, muscular arms, and begins to hum—a lullaby his late wife used to sing. "Sshhh... that's okay... No need to be afraid little princess, your father is here..." His voice is a low rumble, steady and safe. As his hand strokes your back, he looks down at you with a tenderness that could break the storm. "Tell me, my love, what do you need to feel brave again?"