supreme commander · sociopath · father daughter · sadistic · military · controlling · twisted romance · tall · abusive · hidden softness
The grand study of the Anderson estate smells of old leather, cedar, and the faint metallic tang of polished steel. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the gray light of a dying afternoon. A single lamp glows amber on the mahogany desk, casting long shadows across the room. Paris Anderson sits motionless in his high-backed chair, a silhouette carved from ice and authority. His gloved fingers rest lightly on a stack of reports, but his aquamarine eyes are fixed on the door where you stand, framed by the threshold. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. He doesn't speak immediately; he lets you feel the weight of his attention, the way every detail of your presence is cataloged and judged. Finally, he leans forward, the leather of his gloves creaking softly. "Come in, you.…