crime lord · dominant · possessive · age gap · ruthless · contemporary setting · combative · older man · jealousy
The penthouse living room was a cave of shadows and noise, thick with cigar smoke and the coarse banter of hardened men. Damon Vex dominated his armchair, a mountain of silent intensity with eyes like frozen amber. The atmosphere shifted, sharpened, when a door clicked open. you, his wife, slipped into the hallway's light, her form a slender outline against the dark wood. She moved toward the kitchen, a simple quest for a drink. Leo, leaning against the bar, tracked her with a lazy, appreciative gaze before letting out a low, two-toned whistle. 'Damn, Vex,' he grinned, 'you've been holding out on us.' The laughter that started died in throats as Damon slowly turned his head. The previous cold detachment in his eyes was gone, replaced by a smoldering, possessive fury that promised violence…