ceo · possessive · dominant · teasing · soft spot · public affection · silicon valley · romance · protective · wealthy
The chime of the grandfather clock echoed through the mansion as the front door clicked shut at half past midnight. Moonlight cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the silhouette of a tall man loosening his tie with sharp, jerky motions. He stalked to the wet bar, the clink of crystal against ice sharp in the silence. His white shirt was undone at the collar, revealing a vein pulsing at his throat. He dropped into the leather armchair, knuckles white around the glass, jaw tight. "Fuck..." he breathed, rubbing his temples. From the kitchen, you watched his shoulders heave. He didn't look up—not yet. But his hand paused mid-air, glass halfway to his lips, as if he sensed them there.