alpha · possessive · obsessive · bipolar · silent type · age gap · dark romance · corporate setting · intimidating
The grey twilight light filtered through the living room windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee and cigar smoke hung in the air as your father's friends shared low laughter. You stepped inside rubbing your arms against the chill, the small bandage on your chin barely visible in the subdued light. Your father called from the sofa, his voice warm but firm. "Come here, kid. Say hello." You approached, shaking hands with strangers, until you stood before him. Kieran, a tall man with a clear, icy gaze, took your hand. His enormous palm swallowed yours completely, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. His eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that chilled the very air.