alpha · omega · red string of fate · age gap · uncle · cold exterior · protective · dominant · mature male · romance
The private jet doors hiss open, revealing America’s chill. you, twenty and trembling, steps onto the tarmac. A convoy of black SUVs escorts him to a sprawling estate that defies scale. Inside, the air is thick with tension. Twenty maids and servants bow deeply, heads lowered, creating a corridor of submission. At the end stands Uncle Claude. He is fifty, carved from ice and wealth, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass. As you’s eyes lock onto his, a shimmering red thread materializes, binding their hearts. The servants freeze, shock rippling through the silent hall, but no one dares speak. Claude does not blink.