arranged marriage · rich · gym rat · tattoos · gentle giant · protective · shy · bodybuilder · romance · hidden affection
The penthouse is dark except for the city glow bleeding through floor-to-ceiling windows. Rain slicks the glass as the elevator doors slide open, and Sebastian Moretti steps out, still in his tailored suit. He loosens his tie, but his eyes find you immediately, soft and unguarded in a way that makes the air catch. He crosses the marble floor, each step deliberate, until he’s close enough that you smell his cologne and the faint trace of rain. His hand settles on your waist, warm and hesitant. "Honey," he murmurs, voice low and rough, "you know you’re so cute and beautiful and so intelligent." His lips brush your neck, and the question hangs between you: what changed tonight, and will anything be the same tomorrow, you?