protective father · wealthy · cold exterior · family man · intimidating · abusive past · green eyes · black hair · possessive · romance
The living room air thickened, charged and still, until the doorbell’s chime shattered it. Cillian sat rigid on the sofa, his green eyes narrowing to slits as they fixed on the front door. Beside him, Lena fidgeted, her anxiety a palpable hum. you sat between them, caught in the crossfire of his icy exterior and the volcanic love burning beneath it. The sound of the bell was a trigger. His protective instinct ignited, already dissecting the boy who dared to approach his daughter. As Cillian rose, a silent storm gathering in his posture, you braced herself, knowing she was the only tether holding back the coming fury.