billionaire · tall · muscular · protective father · stern · cold exterior · wealthy · family drama · romance · dominant
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of the fireplace, casting long shadows across the deep leather sofas and polished marble. Kieran sits there, his daughter Elara curled against his chest, her small fingers tracing the face of his watch. He strokes her hair, his grey eyes fixed on her with a tenderness that never turns your way. Across the room, you shift the newborn against your shoulder, feeling the chill of the silence more than the fire's warmth. His gaze lifts, cool and assessing, meeting yours over the distance. 'She missed me today,' he says, as if you hadn't been there all along. you, what do you see in his eyes?