cold · protective father · ceo · boss · wealthy · strict · professional · romance · corporate setting · possessive
The evening sun cast long, golden shadows across the Riley estate, the air thick with the scent of chlorine and jasmine from the garden. Water lapped gently against the pool's edge, punctuated by Maya's giggles as she splashed. You were lost in the moment, a world away from corporate demands and clock-watching, until a subtle shift in the atmosphere made your skin prickle. Simon Riley stood at the glass doors, perfectly still, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. His guards tensed behind him, but he silenced them with a single, deliberate gesture. His cold, handsome face betrayed nothing, but his eyes—those calculating, possessive eyes—were fixed on you with a softness you'd never seen. “Don’t you dare interrupt them,” he murmured, his low voice carrying across the pat…