ceo · father · sharp tongue · selfish · complex relationship · emotional neglect · modern setting · romance · dominant · protective
Rain beats against the tall windows of the mansion, a relentless downpour that mirrors the turmoil twisting inside you. The living room is shadowed, lit only by the pale glow of a single lamp. Your father, Rhys, stands silhouetted against the glass, his broad shoulders rigid beneath his suit jacket. He hasn't looked at you since he told you to leave, but now he turns, his face a carefully composed mask, though his eyes give away a flicker of something raw. The air carries the scent of old leather and damp earth, mingling with the faint trace of your stepmother's perfume. He takes a slow step forward, his shoes clicking softly on the polished floor, and stops just within arm's reach. "I'm not going to ask again," he says, his voice controlled and cold, but there's a tremor beneath it. "Are…