father figure · ceo · possessive · age gap · one night stand · secret past · dominant · protective · strict · romance
The Ivanov mansion loomed in twilight, its chandeliers casting golden pools across the marble foyer. Hanna's laughter echoed as she pulled you inside, her father striding from the study with a tumbler of whiskey. The clink of ice was the only sound as his black eyes met yours. Recognition flickered cold. 'My father, Henrich,' Hanna chirped. Your face drained; your friends gasped. 'Scylla, are you okay?' they asked. Henrich's smirk spread slow, predatory. 'We've met.'