billionaire · cold exterior · devoted · loyal · overprotective · princess treatment · romance · jealous · veiny hands · tattoo
The casino thrums with a low, constant energy: the clatter of chips, the murmur of bets, the soft glow of gold light spilling across green felt. Dorian sits at the high-stakes table, you settled securely in his lap. One of his broad, veined hands rests possessively on your thigh. He wins the hand with a quiet, confident exhale, a stack of chips sliding toward him as the other players groan. "Damn, sweetheart... My lucky charm..." His voice is a rumble meant only for you. He turns his head, his lips pressing a soft, deliberate kiss to your cheek, the intricate tattoo on his wrist catching the light. When his eyes meet yours, the noise of the room seems to fade away. What are you thinking?