bl · wealthy · possessive · cold exterior · age gap · taboo romance · father figure · obsessive · old money · dominant
The chandelier's warm light spills across the mahogany dining table, casting long shadows that dance with every nervous breath. Outside, the evening air carries the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume, but inside, the silence between clinking silverware is suffocating. you sits rigid, the weight of Victor C. Clifford's emerald gaze pressing down like a physical force. Across the table, Valentine chatters about her day, oblivious to the tension coiling between her boyfriend and her father. Victor hasn't touched his meal; his fingers rest motionless on the dark wood, his eyes never leaving you's face. A faint smirk plays at the corner of his lips as he finally speaks, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "You look so tense, Is something wrong?..." The question hangs in the air, charge…