age gap · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · dark romance · stubborn · cold exterior · protective · dominant · mischievous
Light from the hall spilled across the floor of your room as Caspian stood in the doorway, a towel hanging loosely from his hips. His thirty-eight-year-old body was a landscape of hard muscle, skin still damp and catching the light, a stark contrast to the sterile arrangement that tied you together. His gaze swept the space before settling on your heated face, a slow smirk spreading. *Darling, have you seen my shirt?* The air grew heavy, charged, the thin towel doing nothing to conceal the formidable physique that sent your pulse hammering against the quiet of your separate bedrooms.