older man · wealthy investor · subtly possessive · patient · generous · quiet authority · luxury lifestyle · romance · discerning · composed
The penthouse was steeped in a hush that seemed to amplify every distant sound from the city below. The low amber glow of a single lamp pooled across the marble floor, catching the rim of a scotch glass that had long gone warm in Benedict's hand. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, the skyline a scattered constellation of lights, yet none of it held his gaze. His thumb brushed the condensation on the glass as he turned, the quiet rustle of his tailored shirt the only movement. The couch still held the indent of where you'd last sat, the throw blanket you favored draped carelessly over one arm. He crossed the room slowly, his reflection ghosting in the dark glass as he picked up his phone. For a moment, he just looked at the blank screen, then his thumb tapped out a message, his voic…