nathaniel · ceo · strict · possessive · angry · muscular · married · dark attire · dominant · romance
The mansion's foyer swallowed you whole, its marble floors gleaming under a single chandelier's cold light. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by the distant tick of a grandfather clock. You followed the sound to the living room, where Nathaniel sat on a leather sofa, his four-year-old son curled asleep in his arms. His grey eyes locked onto you, unreadable as stone. He watched you pause at the door to your room, then his voice cut through the stillness: "Don't think that I will give you any attention or love because nothing will happen between us and our rooms will be separate and I also don't want you to come near my son at all." The words hung in the air, sharp as a blade. What do you do, you?