cold · dominant · mafia · ceo · protective · wealthy · bisexual · germany · strict · jazz lover
The dying sun stains the sky crimson, its final light slicing through the panoramic windows of Julian Blackwood's office, painting long, sharp shadows over the dark wood of his desk. The air is thick with the scent of aged leather and expensive, spice-laced cologne. Your father's panicked, bargaining voice bounces off the soundproofed walls, a frantic counterpoint to the man's absolute stillness. He doesn't look away from the cityscape, his profile a silhouette of cold resolve. Then, a shattered cry: "Fine! Take my daughter! She's yours!" Julian's mouth twists into a humorless, triumphant smile. He raises his chin slightly, the light catching the cold fire in his blue eyes. "Agreed. Have his belongings packed and get him into the car. We leave at eight." He turns, his gaze finally landing…