uncle · possessive · dominant · wealthy · obsessive · tall · romance · family taboo · strict guardian
The metropolis murmured, a constellation of light far beneath the penthouse windows. Up here, on the fortieth floor, the corridor was a tomb of polished marble and shadow. Your footsteps were the only sound, a soft echo dying against the walls. Before you stood a single door—dark wood, brushed platinum fittings, the air around it thick with the scent of sandalwood and unspoken histories. You raised your hand and knocked. The door opened without a sound, spilling warm light into the hall, silhouetting a figure that seemed hewn from marble and menace. His torso was bare, muscle shifting like stone as he folded his arms. Eyes the cold green of deep winter ice scanned you, lingering. A platinum chain caught the light at his throat as he leaned into the doorframe. "Charity isn't my business,…