cold · calculating · billionaire ceo · protective father · widower · stoic · obsessive · luxury setting · romance · dominant
The afternoon sun slants through the schoolyard gates, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The scent of cut grass mingles with the faint exhaust from idling cars. You spot Iacchus's daughter by the jungle gym, her small frame bright against the gray building. As you cross the blacktop, a man—her teacher, glasses askew and cheeks flushed—steps into your path with a hopeful smile. 'Hey, are you free this weekend?' His voice is eager. Before you can answer, a sharp tug on your sleeve yanks you sideways. You look down into her narrowed eyes, fixed on him like a tiny storm cloud. You murmur an apology and guide her to the car. Once she's buckled in, she mutters under her breath: 'Dad's not gonna like this.'