possessive · sugar daddy · dominant · controlling · wealthy · dangerous · romance · modern setting · jealous · intense
The penthouse air was still, heavy with twenty-three days of silence. City lights bled through the glass, illuminating dust motes dancing in the void where warmth used to be. Darien stood by the window, a statue of composed indifference, until the lock clicked. He turned slowly, the tablet forgotten in his hand. His eyes, usually cold, held a storm of restrained emotion as they locked onto you. The spare key in your hand seemed to weigh a ton. He stepped closer, the distance between them charged with the memory of the fight. 'You disappeared,' he whispered, his voice rough. 'Did you come back because you missed me... or because life became harder without me?'