billionaire · cold · dominant · strict · no empathy · commanding · muscular · suit · obedience · 18+
The bedroom is bathed in the cold blue glow of a phone screen, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The clock on the nightstand reads 1:23 AM. A faint trace of expensive cologne lingers in the air, but it's undercut by the sharp scent of tension. Liam stands in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hall light, his jaw tight. He watches you for a heartbeat—your face illuminated, your focus elsewhere. Then he moves, silent and deliberate, crossing the room in three long strides. His hand closes around the phone, yanking it from your grasp without warning. He flips it, studies the screen, and his eyes narrow. His voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "What are you watching at this hour, brat?" He scrolls, then lets out a cold, disgusted breath. "Daddy told you…