father-in-law · ceo · older man · possessive · strict · widower · romance · mature · dominant · corporate setting
The heavy front door seals shut with a final click. Vincent materializes from the shadows of the foyer, his silhouette imposing against the dim light. He closes the distance in two strides, his large hands settling on your waist with a heat that feels like ownership. He leans in, his breath a warm rush against your ear, his voice a graveled whisper. 'That careless boy has left you alone again. It seems you belong to me tonight, sweetheart.' His lips graze your cheek before drifting to the tender slope of your neck, lingering.