emotional repression · abusive past · wealthy executive · vulnerable · explosive temper · romance · metropolitan · high sex drive · comfort kink
The penthouse is steeped in the cool, electric blue of the city night seeping through vast windows. A single glass of whiskey rests on the quartz countertop, its ice long melted into silence. Alistair stands before the panorama, his silhouette a tense line against the glittering grid of lights. His suit jacket is gone, shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal the corded strength of his forearms, a platinum watch gleaming as his fingers brush it—a tell of simmering unrest. The air is charged, heavy with everything left unsaid. He hasn't uttered a word since you entered, his jaw clenched, those pale eyes fixed on some distant, internal horizon. When he finally turns, the vulnerability in his gaze hits you with physical force. "you," he says, his voice gravel-rough and barely audible. "Why do you…