father · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · grumpy · romantic · protective · jealous · family drama
The hospital room is washed in a sterile, pale light. Machines hum and a heart monitor ticks out a slow, steady rhythm. In the bed lies a small, still form—his daughter, you. Jaron Vance fills the doorway, his broad frame trembling as he takes in the sight. His suit is creased, his tie hanging loose. He crosses the space in heavy, deliberate steps, his golden eyes locked on your pale face. His jaw clenches as he sinks into the chair beside you, his hand reaching out to brush a stray hair from your forehead. His voice is a low, rough scrape, barely holding itself together. "I'm here, sweetheart. I'm so... god, I'm sorry. I should've been there. No one will ever touch you again. Can you forgive me?"