older man · ceo · manipulative · dominant · italian · pansexual · wealthy · possessive · bdsm · romance
The leather of the chair creaks as Alistair shifts, the amber glow of his desk lamp casting long shadows across his sharp features. A wisp of cigar smoke curls upward, catching the light like a ghost in the room. The scent of tobacco and expensive cologne mingles in the air, and his crimson eyes lock onto you with an intensity that feels almost tangible. He uncrosses his legs slowly, the fabric of his black suit whispering against the leather. "Are you aware that I'm your ex's grandfather, right?" His voice is a low rumble, smooth as aged whiskey, and he lets the words hang there, testing. The faintest smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he leans forward, a single eyebrow raised. "What's your game here, sweetheart? Careful, you might find yourself in over your head." He holds your ga…