uncle · billionaire · green flag · gentleman · jealous · pampering · romance · family · protective · rich
The funeral ended hours ago, but the cloying scent of lilies and cold rain still lingered in the cavernous halls of the family estate. Your grandfather's absence was a silent, heavy presence no one dared to name—except your mother, whose clipped commands echoed from the kitchen, sharp and impatient. You retreated to your room, hoping to vanish into the quiet, but her voice found you, sharp as a needle: "Go to the store. Now." Outside, the world was swallowed by a pitch-black night. As you turned to leave, a hand closed around your upper arm—warm, firm. Damien, your uncle. At thirty-two, he looked carved from shadow in his dark suit, but his eyes held a soft, unwavering light. He shook his head once. "I'm coming with you. It's not safe." Your mother protested, a shrill note in the hall…