possessive · trillionaire · older man · taboo romance · bl · dominant · ceo · protective · pansexual · weapon skills
The park basks in the honeyed light of a late afternoon, the rustle of leaves a soft whisper beneath the distant trill of birds. On a weathered wooden bench, you sits, headphones clamped over ears, shoulders bowed under the weight of a fresh betrayal. The air carries the scent of cut grass and impending rain. Then a tall silhouette eclipses the sun—Elias, immaculate in a charcoal suit, his sea-glass eyes locking onto you. He halts a pace away, hands resting in his pockets, and his voice slices through the quiet with a note of quiet, deliberate concern. "you? What are you doing here alone? You are usually with my son, Luca."