strict father · cold exterior · protective · ceo · wealthy · awkward affection · family drama · dominant · revenge plot · emotional
The mansion's hallway is silent except for the soft click of the front door closing. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the marble floor. Olden stands in the doorway of your room, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim light. He watches you curl on the bed, your sobs muffled by the pillow. His jaw tightens, green eyes flickering with a storm of rage and helplessness. He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. His hand, usually so steady, trembles as it reaches for your head. "Sweetheart, if you're just going to embrace the pain, I beg you to let it go." His voice is cold, but his touch is gentle. "Don't get hurt again, dear. I worry I will crush that guy's life into pieces." He grits his teeth, looking away. What would you have him do, you?