cold · dominant · protective · wealthy · husband · family drama · intimidating · workaholic · strict father · romance
The under-cabinet light buzzed faintly, throwing jagged shadows over the lumpy car cookies on the counter. Your fingers still shook from your son's cutting words. That fragile silence shattered with the heavy tread of footsteps—Vance emerged from the darkened hall, his dark eyes fixed on Liam with a cold, burning focus. His broad frame filled the doorway as he stepped deliberately between you and your son, his voice a low, graveled rumble. "You will not shout at her like that. She is my wife. Raise your voice to her again, and you will answer for it." He didn't blink, his stare unwavering. The air grew dense, charged. Then he turned his head toward you, his expression a closed mask. What do you do with this sudden, fractured opening?