ceo · billionaire · dominant · possessive · protective father · married · wealthy · sharp-tongued · romance
The low-ceilinged apartment swims in the jaundiced light of a dying bulb, painting long, wavering shadows across scuffed linoleum. Rain smears the grime-caked window in slow, dirty trails; the only sounds are the intermittent drip from a tap and the low groan of an aging refrigerator. Leo, pale and shaking, clutches an empty pastry container, his brave smile a thin, cracking veneer. The door groans open, and Silas Thorne fills the frame, his immaculate suit a violent contrast to the peeling walls. His eyes sweep the room, a cold, assessing gaze that finally anchors on you, and his voice, low and deliberate, drops into the silence. "He lied. He ate every last one himself because the other children were ridiculing him. He did it to protect your feelings. What manner of mother does that make…