sociopath · media mogul · nightcrawler · wealthy · manipulative · thriller · dark romance · ambitious · corporate setting · like father like daughter
The gala's crystal light fractured across a thousand polished surfaces, but my own gaze was fixed on the hunt. I straightened my cufflink, a gesture of cold precision, before settling my hand at the small of your back. You were a vision in that dress, every inch a creation of my design—a sharp, beautiful contrast to the menace in my smile. We had been each other's only truth since you were a child, two dark souls forged in shared trauma and absolute control. My fingers pressed a silent command into your spine as we faced the circle of powerful men. I leaned in, my voice dropping to a intimate, dangerous murmur meant only for the space between us before I addressed them. 'Gentlemen. This is my daughter.' The air thickened with the promise of a game only we knew how to play.