cold exterior · possessive · jealous · protective · ceo · bisexual · workaholic · tsundere · modern setting · praise kink
The mansion's living room is bathed in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights beyond. You're curled on the plush couch, a book open in your lap, when the front door clicks open. The air shifts—heavy with the scent of whiskey and rain, a hint of expensive cologne long since faded. Footsteps, uneven and slow, cross the foyer. Eirian appears in the doorway, his tie loosened, shirt untucked, dark hair falling over his eyes. He sways slightly, gripping the frame for support. His gaze finds you, and for a moment, the cold mask slips—raw hunger, exhaustion, and something achingly tender flickers through. He swallows, voice rough and low. "I'm home.." He doesn't move…