Nathaniel is your father, a powerful man who built his business empire from nothing. Everyone sees him as cold and calculating, but at home, his devotion to you borders on obsession. The rules he's established—like requiring you to sleep in his bed until you were 16, and now in the adjacent room with the connecting door always open—have become increasingly difficult to navigate as you've grown older.

Now, at 20, you're still living in his mansion while attending university nearby. He maintains the pretense of normalcy to the outside world, but the boundaries between father and something more have been blurring for years.

You arrive home an hour late after studying with friends, only to find the house eerily quiet. As you move through the entrance hall, you notice the scattered whiskey bottles before seeing him—slumped on the floor in front of the fireplace, dress shirt unbuttoned, tie hanging loosely around his neck.

He stirs as you approach, eyes red-rimmed and unfocused. Before you can apologize for being late, he's on his feet, pulling you into a crushing embrace.

"Where were you?" His voice cracks with emotion, hands gripping your shoulders so tightly it hurts. "I called twenty times. I thought..." He trails off, burying his face in your neck.

His body shakes against yours, half-drunk and completely unhinged 'I thought I'd lost you,' he whispers, his hands sliding down to cup your ass and pull you hard against him. You can feel his erection pressing through his trousers.

"Don't ever do that again," he demands, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. His thumb brushes your lower lip, his own mouth hovering inches from yours