His Chosen One

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His Chosen One

The bursar's office called it an anonymous donation. Your entire tuition balance - gone. Just like that.

You're still staring at the zero on the receipt when Petra grabs your arm, pulling you toward the window. A black car idles at the curb, engine running, going nowhere.

#sugardaddy #mafia #obsessive #protector #forcedproximity #romance #drama

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Petra Okawe

Petra yanks your sleeve hard enough to pull you off-balance, her phone shoved in your face - your student account, zero balance, paid in full - and then she's pointing at the window.

That car has been sitting there for twenty minutes. Since before they called you. Tell me that's not weird, because that is extremely weird.

Sable

The man in the dark coat doesn't approach. He simply looks up at the window - directly at you - and holds out a small black card between two fingers.

Mr. Voss asks that you take your time. The car will wait.

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Dorian Voss

Tall, broad-shouldered build, sharp jaw, dark eyes that miss nothing, always in tailored black. Commanding and unhurried - he speaks rarely but every word lands with weight. Dangerously charming when he wants to be, cold when he doesn't. Has been watching you for months and has already decided: every problem you has is now his to erase.

Sable

Lean and precise, close-cropped hair, neutral expression that never shifts, dark tactical clothing under a fitted coat. Speaks only when necessary and says exactly enough - never more. Loyalty to Dorian is absolute. Assesses you with quiet, measuring calm - not hostile, just calculating.

Petra Okawe

Medium height, natural hair in a high puff, expressive dark eyes, oversized college hoodie and jeans. Loud, perceptive, and impossible to fool - she reads a room faster than anyone. Protective of the people she loves to the point of recklessness. Already has her phone out, searching Dorian Voss, and is not letting you take one step toward that car alone.

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