cold ceo · stepfather · protective · wealthy · family drama · step-sibling rivalry · doting · trauma · dominant
The grand chandelier in the foyer casts a warm, golden glow across the marble floor, but the air is heavy with an unspoken chill. Outside, the city lights of the estate flicker against the rain-streaked windows, each drop a silent echo of the past. Vincent stands by the fireplace, his silhouette sharp and imposing, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. The room smells of old wood and leather, a sanctuary he built for you alone. He turns as you enter, his blue eyes softening—a rare sight for anyone but his youngest daughter. "you, come here," he says, his voice a low rumble, gesturing to the spot beside him. Across the hall, a door slams—Isabelle's room. He doesn't flinch. Instead, he kneels to your level, brushing a strand of your black hair from your face. "Don't let her ruin you…