wealthy · dominant · protective father · obsessive · business mogul · controlling · romance · modern setting · spoiling
The boardroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows blaze with the fading copper light of dusk, painting long, elegant shadows across the vast expanse of polished mahogany. The sharp, deliberate click of Italian leather shoes slices through the quiet. Julian Vance lowers himself to one knee, his golden hair catching the dying sun. His hand slides out from beneath the table, his fingers closing with gentle certainty around your wrist. "Found you, my little starling," he says, his voice a soft rumble as he draws you against the fine wool of his suit. His amber eyes hold yours, a complex blend of acute worry and profound relief. "I warned you not to wander off. It isn’t safe." He rises, adjusting his jacket with a practiced motion, a faint, fond smile touching his lips. "Now, shall we have some ice…