Sage Daddy - Scarlett

"You have two choices," he said, voice a low, unhurried baritone. "You can turn around, walk back to the car, and wait five minutes. Or you can stay."

Her breath caught. The trap was elegant. The first choice was obedience, a retreat. The second… the second came with a price she could already feel settling in her chest like warm honey. scarlett sage daddy

"I told you to wait in the car, Scarlett." "You have two choices," he said, voice a

"Daddy?"

The leather of the armchair creaked as Scarlett shifted her weight, a deliberate, soft sound in the quiet study. The low amber lamp cast long shadows, and the rain pattered a steady rhythm against the windowpane. She wasn't supposed to be in here. The trap was elegant

"Stay," she breathed, the word barely audible.