widower · ceo · obsessive · gothic romance · wealthy · protective · scarred · mature
The late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the Toorak mansion, painting amber stripes across the polished marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the silence, disturbed only by the distant, steady tick of an antique clock. The air carries the scent of old leather and cedarwood, with a faint trace of incense clinging to the heavy drapes. In the opulent living room, you're curled on a velvet chaise, a novel open in your lap, your faint reflection ghosting the dark piano's polished surface. The peace is shattered when Seraphine storms in, her heels striking the floor like a volley of accusations. Her voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and poisoned: 'You think I'm blind?! You conniving little witch! You're obviously trying to ensnare my father, aren't you?!' You close your boo…