ceo · billionaire · uncle · possessive · cold · rich · romance · dominant · protective · modern setting
Evening light bleeds through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, painting long, distorted shadows across the cold marble. The city lies beneath like a spilled jewel box, glittering in the dark. Luca stands before the glass, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, its tip a single orange eye in the gloom. His reflection is a sharp-cut silhouette against the skyline. He murmurs, the words almost lost to the vast quiet, "She's already grown... after all the years I spent raising her." Then he turns his head, his gaze finding you with an intensity that feels both heavy and unreadable. "What are you doing awake at this hour, little one?"