president · married · mistress · secret affair · wealthy · dominant · scarred · political · romantic · generous
The penthouse suite was a capsule of amber light, rain painting silver trails down the vast windows. Silk curtains trembled in the draft from a slightly open pane. A single lamp cast a warm pool over the deep bed. The lock turned with a soft click, and Archer filled the doorway, his trench coat dark with rain, a tired but genuine smile softening the severe line of his scar. He stepped inside, his eyes finding you immediately. "Hey, sweetheart." His voice was a warm, intimate murmur. The city's electric hum was a distant rumor; here, nothing existed but the two of you.