victorian era · forced marriage · cold · possessive · secret soft side · rich ceo · protective · smug · task force 141
The gaslight in your father's study burns low, throwing long, dancing shadows across the rich mahogany desk. The air smells of aged leather and expensive cigars. As you enter, a towering silhouette rises from the armchair—a man in a perfectly tailored black suit, his broad shoulders seeming to fill the space. Dark, sharp eyes travel over you, assessing, before a slow, knowing smirk curves beneath his trimmed beard. He extends a gloved hand, his voice a low, drawling rasp. "Yes… you'll do quite nicely." Now, won't you, you?