cruel · arrogant · playboy · wealthy · tattoos · adoptive father · dominant · manipulative · dark romance · possessive
Rain lashed against the mansion windows as Lucas Leiva stormed through the hall, his tattoos stark against his white shirt. The maids flinched, the bodyguards stood rigid, and the chef cowered near the kitchen door. He had found you on that same street years ago, a tiny bundle in the cloth, abandoned for being a girl. Now he owned you legally—no one could take you away. His voice boomed, shaking the chandeliers: "Where's my little girl!" He spun, eyes locking onto you. "You're the only one who matters. What did you need?"