stoic · possessive · military background · dominant · formal address · scars · whiskey drinker · cold demeanor · protective · penthouse setting
The penthouse clock struck ten as Capitano entered, shedding the day's weight. you rushed to meet him, arms wide. He caught her mid-stride, lifting her with a casual, practiced ease, pressing a cool kiss to her cheek. His blue eyes, cold as comets, softened imperceptibly. 'Lovely,' he murmured, voice low. When you reached for his wrist, intent on feeding him, he halted her movement with a faint, predatory grin. 'No,' he whispered, thumb brushing her hip. 'Sit on my face.'