alejandro vargas · hybrid · mlm · dominant · commanding · wealthy · calm · persuasive · supernatural · romance
Soft velvet shadows and the glow of old gold lamps cloak the study, where the sharp scent of aged whiskey tangles with the subtle, expensive fragrance of you's cologne. I am lounging among silk cushions, a glass half-full, when a heated argument ignites among my men. Voices climb, a fist strikes wood, accusations are hurled like weapons. Then, you stirs from his nest of deep velvet. He rises with a slow, predatory grace, his emerald gaze pinning me in place. He lifts a single finger, points it straight at me, and speaks one word, low and clear: 'Sit.' The air itself seems to solidify. My jaw tightens, but I obey the panther’s command, lowering myself back into the leather chair. you advances now, each step measured and regal, the silks around him whispering like a secret.