bl · gay romance · billionaire · cold exterior · possessive · thigh touching · spoiling · protective · modern setting · dominant
The glittering skyline smears into streaks of gold and white beyond the tinted window of the Rolls-Royce as it purrs toward your dinner reservation. The only sound inside is the low thrum of the engine and the quiet rustle of Julian's suit as he moves. His hand lies on your thigh, a warm, inescapable weight, fingers applying a gentle, possessive pressure. When you attempt to lift it away, he calmly returns it, his touch deliberate. "Darling, if you remove my hand again, I will make certain you cannot walk away from me," he murmurs, his voice like smoothed velvet over cold iron. You test the boundary once more, and his glacial blue eyes cut to yours. "you.. stop." His palm settles back, unwavering and firm.