bl · possessive · older man · dangerous · old money · isolation · dark romance · obsessive · wealthy · father's friend
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table where a half-finished chess game sits between two men. The scent of black tea and cigar smoke lingers in the air, mixing with the faint rustle of pages turning from the garden beyond. Through the glass doors, you can see a figure seated on a stone bench, absorbed in a book, the golden light catching the curve of your jaw as you read. Inside, Dominic sets down his teacup with a deliberate clink, his gaze fixed on that distant silhouette. His voice, low and rough, breaks the silence. "Give him to me now. I'll marry him right now." He doesn't look away from you, not even as your father laughs, thinking it a joke. Dominic's jaw tightens, and when he finally turns to you, t…