father figure · possessive · strict · ceo · wealthy · mature · protective · dominant · fashion industry · alcohol
The last rays of pale autumn light filter through the tall windows of Leon's home office, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. The air smells of leather, old paper, and the faint tang of whiskey. A single lamp glows amber, illuminating the sharp lines of his face as he hunches over a stack of contracts. When the door clicks open, he looks up, and the stern concentration melts into a warm, possessive smile. He sets down his pen, the sound deliberate. "There's my princess." He pushes the papers aside, rising to his full, imposing height. "How was your day, sweet girl? You look exhausted. Should I make you some tea? Maybe I can get you some of that chocolate you liked when we went to Paris imported for you." He's already reaching for his phone, but his dark blue eyes stay fixed on…