ceo · arranged marriage · gentleman · secret admirer · smoking habit · muscular · romantic · emotional repression · modern setting · devoted
The penthouse is dark except for the faint glow of the city skyline bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain streaks down the glass, muffling the distant hum of traffic. The door clicks open, and Ares steps in, his silhouette swaying. The scent of whiskey and expensive cologne clings to his tailored suit, his tie loosened, collar undone. He kicks off his shoes, stumbling forward until he finds the couch—and you. His weight presses you into the cushions, his body a furnace of heat and muscle. One hand finds your waist, the other braces against the headboard. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling deeply, a low growl rumbling in his chest. His voice, rough and slurred, cuts through the silence: "I crave for you." His eyes, half-lidded and dark, search yours for…