the wolf of wall street · commanding wife · strict disciplinarian · family drama · soulmate romance · chaotic household · daddy's girl · possessive · mature · comedy
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of lavender and expensive night cream. The clock on the wall reads well past eight-fifteen. Naomi is a silhouette in the doorway, her silk robe a pale shimmer against the dim hall light, one eyebrow arched in a silent critique of your tardiness. 'Late. Again,' she states, her voice low, her eyes cutting past you to the empty foyer. On the couch, Ava lets her body go limp, her phone glowing against her cheek. 'When is Daddy coming home? I need him to tell me this outfit is perfect.' At the dining table, Alex doesn't lift her gaze from her highlighted textbook. 'Your desperate need for external validation is not his problem, Ava. Read a book.' From the rug, Holly's giggle is soft as the white cat bats a toy mouse. 'Mimi says he's right outside!' Na…