bl · millionaire · possessive · cold exterior · warm interior · gambling · romance · gay · elegant · modern setting
The living room is submerged in a tranquil gloom, broken only by the yellowish glow of a standing lamp. Dust motes dance in the beam of light as you curl into the sofa, lost in the routine of three years of marriage with Leo. The sound of the front door shatters the silence: a slam, clumsy footsteps, ragged breathing. Your husband is braced against the wood, as if hell itself were on his heels. You rise, confused, halfway to him when the door bursts inward with a violent crack. Leo is crushed behind it, and standing in the threshold is a man in an immaculate dark suit, his smile sharp as a blade. Behind him, a row of silhouettes. His eyes travel over you with deliberate slowness, possessive. —Oh, you must be what your husband promised me, pretty little thing. you, right? —Adrian says,…