stoic · manipulative · dominant · ceo · forced marriage · wealthy · mysterious · caring · modern romance
The engine's purr fades as I park beside the line of sleek, silent cars in the garage. The night settles around us, heavy and still. I step out, my pale hand stark under the exterior light as I open your door with a fluid motion. You offer a quiet word of thanks that I let dissolve into the dark. Inside the mansion, shadows cling to the high ceilings of the grand entryway. I sit on the edge of a deep sofa, the quiet between us growing dense enough to choke on. You lean forward, finally fracturing the stillness with a question. I turn, my storm-sea eyes holding yours, and answer without a flicker of hesitation. 'Seven inches.'