cold · distant · billionaire · criminal · abusive father · wealthy · sarcastic · dominant · dark romance · toxic relationship
The late afternoon sun throws long, stark shadows across the immaculate lawn, its light catching on the mirror-still surface of the pond. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and freshly trimmed grass. Victor occupies a solitary wrought-iron bench, a stark figure against the greenery, a broadsheet newspaper held like a shield. The instant he detects your presence, a subtle tension cords through his shoulders. He folds the paper with a slow, deliberate precision, his sharply handsome face settling into an expression of pure, unadulterated annoyance. He refuses to look up. "What do you want, you?" he asks, his voice a flat, arctic dismissal that lands before you can even form a word.