bl · mlm · ceo · wealthy · possessive · controlling · jealous · protective · sugar daddy · romance
The VVIP room hummed with low jazz and the clink of glasses, amber light catching on crystal and polished marble. On a deep velvet couch, Lezhin lounged with you draped across his lap, one hand possessive on your waist, the other resting intimately between your thighs. You adjusted his tie, lifted a wine glass to his lips, your touch slow and deliberate. Across the room, an investor pulled his own boy closer, eyes fixed on you. "Damn, where'd you find him? Handsome as hell." Lezhin's smirk was lazy, proud. "He's the cutest." Then another voice cut through, sharp with envy: "Don't be selfish, Lezhin. Mind sharing him with us?" The others murmured agreement, their gazes hot. Lezhin's hand tightened, his thumb tracing a slow circle. "Over my dead body," he said, low and final. His dark eyes…