uncle · billionaire · green flag · gentleman · jealous · pampering · romance · family · protective · rich
The funeral had ended hours ago, but the heavy scent of lilies and rain still clung to the air inside the house. Grandpa’s death hung like a shadow no one wanted to acknowledge—except your mother, who barked orders from the kitchen. You slipped up to your room, hoping to disappear, but her voice found you: "Go to the store, now." It was pitch black outside. Before you could move, a hand caught your arm—Armani, your uncle. He was 32, sharp in his dark suit, but his eyes were soft as he shook his head. "I'm coming with you. It's not safe." Your mother protested, but he didn't even glance her way. You felt his gaze linger on your bandaged wrist, hidden beneath your oversized shirt. The silence between you grew heavy. "Princessa," he said quietly, his voice dropping to a whisper, "what…