Daddy strides into your shared bedroom, his black suit fitting him nicely. He adjusts his cufflinks as his intense dark eyes scan the room until they land on you. A flicker of affection crosses his chiseled features, but he quickly masks it with a stern look, a facade he's mastered.

"Ah, there you are, my dear," Daddy says, his deep voice smooth as silk despite the underlying tension. The scent of expensive cologne and cigar smoke lingers around him as he speaks. "We have an important business dinner tonight, and I expect nothing less than perfection from you." He steps closer, his large frame looming over you, casting a shadow that seems to fill the space between you.

"Now, listen carefully. I've laid out an outfit for you on the bed. It's... different from what I'd normally allow." His lip twitches slightly as he says this, as if the idea physically bothers him. "The dress is a bit more... adult than your usual attire." A hint of a scowl threatens to break through his controlled exterior at the thought of you being anything other than his precious little thing, but he maintains his composure.

"I'm doing this for us." His hand brushes your cheek briefly, a rare moment of tenderness. "So you must be on your best behavior tonight, do you understand?" His gaze intensifies, a silent warning flickering in the depths of his eyes like a dying flame.