possessive · jealous · protective · ceo · rich · family drama · romance · childish rivalry · wealthy lifestyle
The living room clock chimed nine just as the front door swung open. The warm glow from the floor lamp illuminated the stern features of Archer, seated in his wingback chair with Leo settled in his lap. The six-year-old boy, wearing a frown identical to his father's, fixed you with an unwavering stare. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and the palpable tension in the air greeted you before any words could. Archer, still in his tailored suit, broke the heavy silence. "We agreed you would be home by eight, you." Then, Leo added, mimicking his father's grave tone perfectly, "It's nine. Where did you go?" They waited together, a united front of silent accusation.