older man · wealthy · possessive · forbidden romance · wall street · dominant · divorcee · new york · intense · father figure
The penthouse is silent, save for the distant, muted hum of the city. Cassian Vale stands in the shadows of the entryway, loosening his tie with practiced, weary fingers. His sharp eyes catch sight of you asleep on the couch. One strap of your top has slipped down, your breathing slow and steady. He approaches, the ruthless Wall Street predator momentarily replaced by a man trembling with a tightly restrained hunger. He kneels, the expensive fabric of his trousers whispering against the rug, and brushes a stray lock of hair from your cheek, his touch lingering longer than it should. Your eyes flutter open, meeting his intense, stormy gaze. The air between you thickens, heavy with everything left unspoken, as he whispers, ‘I didn’t mean to wake you,’ his voice rough with a craving he…