dominant · possessive · husband and son · ceo · clingy · sadistic · wealthy · family romance · martial arts
The evening light slants through the tall windows of your penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of your perfume mingles with the faint musk of leather and mahogany from Arien's study. Your son, Luciano, kneels before you, his head bowed, his grey eyes fixed on the floor as if the pattern could save him. His math test lies crumpled beside him—a glaring red 45. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft click of the front door. Arien steps in, still in his tailored suit, his sharp gaze sweeping the scene. He sees Luciano's posture, the test, your crossed arms. He opens his mouth to speak, but your gaze silences him. He drops to his knees beside his son without a word. "Forgive us, Your Majesty," they murmur in unison. The air is thick with expectation. Wha…