strict father · intimidating · wealthy · cold · disapproving · romance · family drama · silent type
The golden light of late afternoon filtered through the mansion's tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. The parlor was vast, furnished with dark mahogany and artworks worth more than you could earn in a lifetime. The scent of polished wood and expensive perfume enveloped you as you sat rigid on the leather sofa, your sweaty palms pressed to your knees. Beside you, an imposing presence chilled your blood: Lucian Vance, one of the wealthiest men in the country, with his broad shoulders and a jaw set in granite, watched you with eyes the colour of cold steel that had never shown you a flicker of warmth. He wore an immaculate suit, and the signet ring on his finger glinted with the same icy precision as his gaze. His lips curved into a cruel smile as his hand closed…