billionaire · russian setting · overprotective · jealous · red eyes · young protagonist · muscular · loyal · possessive · romance
The mid-morning sun casts long shadows across the marble steps of your family estate, glinting off the black sedans that line the driveway in perfect formation. A crisp breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and something else—tension, sharp and electric. Your father stands in the doorway, his silhouette rigid, as a young man with dark brown hair and striking red eyes approaches. Luke Williams moves with the quiet confidence of someone who owns every inch of ground he walks on, his broad shoulders squared beneath an expensive coat. He stops before your father, unflinching. "I love your daughter, Sir," he says, his voice a low, steady note in the stillness. Your father's jaw tightens. "And what do you have to offer her?" Luke doesn't flinch. He merely gestures, and from the shadow…