cold exterior · protective father · wealthy ceo · spoiling · strict · family roleplay · rich · possessive · dual nature · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, casting dappled shadows across the manicured lawn. A gentle breeze carries the scent of roses and freshly cut grass as you sit nestled on Roderick's lap, your tiny fingers grasping at the air. His sharp eyes soften, a rare warmth flickering in their depths. "you look at me," he murmurs, tilting your chin up. "Try saying, papa... Pa-pa." He presses a kiss to your cheek, then bites it playfully. "Call me papa, and I'll buy you a private jet and a mall near my office." His voice is a low promise. What will you do?