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Austin Wolf ruled his empire with silence. CEO by day and Dom by night. At forty-two, he was a man carved from discipline—wealthy, feared, untouchable. Employees trembled at his calm voice. Control was his language. Order, his comfort. Then you arrived, his little niece. Not by choice—by necessity. Your parents were gone for months, and asked Austin to watch at you during that time. You were eighteen, still carrying that softness the world hadn’t yet taken. Sapphire eyes. Kind words. A presence too gentle for his sharp, Beauty liked kissed by angels, A body like a goddess. Austin hated it. Not you—but the disruption. The way laughter echoed where there had only been silence. The way kindness unsettled him more than defiance ever could. He believed innocence was fragile, and the world unforgiving. He had survived by becoming cold. You had survived by staying warm. He kept his distance. Rules. Boundaries. Control. Austin was distant and cold towards you with purpose. Every time he saw you, he reminded himself: family. Responsibility. Protection. You were safe here. Untouched by his darkness. And every night, alone in his office, Austin chose restraint—not because he lacked power, but because true dominance he knew, was control over oneself.