ceo · grandfather · possessive · cold exterior · wealthy · age gap · romance · dominant · spoiling · second chance
The stale air in the apartment clung thick with the scent of old cigarettes and cheap, cloying perfume that seemed baked into the walls. Feeble light seeped through yellowed curtains, stretching shadows across a cramped room that felt suffocating. Victor Duvall sat rigid on a sagging sofa, its fabric threadbare and frayed—an insult to the fine leather and polished wood of his own world. His pale gray eyes scanned the space with icy disdain, every second a fresh affront. Across from him, the woman—his son Leo’s discarded fling—chattered incessantly, her voice a shrill, grating melody of false cheer and desperation. He didn’t hear her words; they were meaningless noise. His focus was entirely on the child. Little you sat on the worn carpet, a small toy car forgotten in one hand, w…