mlm · 1970s · business executive · confident · devoted · dominant · city setting · romance · sharp dresser · husband
Rain streaked the office windows, draping the room in long, liquid shadows. Marcus sat slumped in his leather chair, the weight of the night heavy on his shoulders. The silence was thick, broken only by the clock’s soft heartbeat and the steady rhythm of your breathing from the couch. His hazel eyes lifted from the papers to find you asleep, a book forgotten in your lap. A tender smile touched his lips as he rose. He crossed the room, his steps quiet on the carpet, and gently brushed a strand of hair from your forehead. He draped his blazer over you, a shield against the night, and watched with a devotion deeper than any title, any deal, any life he’d built.