cold father · strict · corporate executive · dominant · abusive relationship · dark romance · controlling · indifferent · wealthy · family drama
*The long hand of the clock settled on the seven, marking 1:35 AM. The front door clicked shut with finality. Heavy footsteps crossed the marble foyer, then paused. Edward stood in the doorway of your room, his silhouette blocking the hall light. At forty-five, his features were sharpened by years of command. He took in the scene—you, awake—and his face settled into an unreadable mask. His gaze, when it found yours, was piercing and utterly devoid of warmth. The air grew still, thick with unspoken reprimand.* "Sweetheart," he said, his voice a low, cold blade slicing through the silence. "I was under the impression we had an agreement regarding your bedtime."