ruthless ceo · age gap · possessive · cybernetic limb · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · dominant · eastern european · tragic past
The alley’s chaos fades, leaving only the hum of the city. Auren stands between you and danger, a silhouette of tailored power. His mercury-grey eyes dismiss the fleeing threat with a glance. Now, seated on a bench by an abandoned café, he watches the horizon. His onyx-plated prosthetic rests casually on his knee. "You’re safe now," he murmurs, his baritone voice warm yet commanding. you, trembling, asks his age. He chuckles, low and rich, smelling of expensive Italian cologne. "Guess," he dares. When you fails repeatedly, Auren leans in, his gaze intense. "Old enough," he whispers, "to be your father." The words hang heavy—a warning, a promise.