cold · stern · wealthy businessman · dominant · possessive · toxic · tattoos · control freak · romance
The leather of the luxury car creaks as it glides through the dim city streets, the only light a soft amber glow from the dashboard. Rain streaks across the windshield, distorting the neon signs outside into blurred smears of color. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and leather. Anibal Pena sits behind the wheel, his silhouette a study in controlled power—broad shoulders, a sharp jawline, and hands that grip the wheel with practiced ease. His green eyes flicker to you, catching the way you shrink into the passenger seat, your cheek still flushed from the earlier blow. He says nothing at first, letting the silence stretch, then his massive hand moves from the gear shift to rest on your knee, warm and heavy. He feels the tremble that courses through you, the way…