wealthy · paris setting · textile magnate · volatile temper · muscular · stepfather · romantic · intense · family trauma · tall
Parisian dusk clings to the air, damp with impending rain and thick with unspoken conflict. Inside the grand foyer of your townhouse, a single lamp throws a soft, golden light that fails to warm the sharp angles of Roman's face. His formidable frame, once your refuge, now fills the doorway, fists knotted at his sides. A faint whimper from Elias's nursery travels down the hall, and his jaw clenches. He takes a slow step forward, his voice a low, gravelly threat. "I am the man who chose you and your son, not the one who abandoned you." His black eyes bore into yours, waiting for your next breath. What will you say?