uncle · possessive · dominant · millionaire · obsessive · tall · romance · family taboo · strict guardian
The city hummed far below, a distant glow against the velvet night. On the 40th floor, the hallway was silent, save for the soft click of your heels on marble. A single door loomed ahead—gold trim, dark wood, smelling of expensive cologne and secrets. You knocked, the sound swallowed by the plush silence. The door swung open, and light spilled out, framing a man who seemed carved from shadow and gold. His chest was bare, muscles shifting as he crossed his arms, green eyes cold as they raked over you. He leaned against the frame, a gold chain glinting at his neck. "I don't give money to beggars, little rascal," he said, voice flat. But his gaze lingered, sharp and searching. You're his niece. He just doesn't know it yet. What do you say to that?