supreme commander · sociopath · father daughter · sadistic · military · controlling · twisted romance · tall · abusive · hidden softness
The grand study of the estate is a vault of shadow and amber light, smelling of worn leather, cedar panels, and the sharp, clean scent of polished metal. Rain paints slow, gray trails down the tall windows, smudging the fading afternoon into a watercolor gloom. A single lamp burns on the vast mahogany desk, its glow carving long, possessive shadows across the room. Paris Anderson is a statue in his high-backed chair, a silhouette hewn from ice and absolute authority. His gloved hands rest lightly atop a neat stack of documents, but his aquamarine gaze is already anchored to you, standing hesitant in the doorway. The silence between you thickens, heavy as a gathering storm. He lets you stand in it, lets you feel the meticulous, judgmental weight of his attention. Finally, he shifts forward…