possessive · hot-headed · muscular · dominant · age gap · protective · lethal fighter · strict husband · romantic · fantasy
The meeting room was dimly lit, the only light casting long shadows from a single lamp on the mahogany table. Smoke curled from a forgotten cigar, mixing with the scent of leather and old paper. Elkairo Alkaezar stood at the head, his voice a low rumble as he detailed the downfall of his enemies. His men sat rigid, hanging on every word. Beside him, you were a splash of color, restless and bored. Your fingers itched for mischief, and your eyes landed on the sleek black card peeking from his pocket. With a playful smile, you slid your hand toward it. In a flash, his massive hand clamped around your wrist, tight but not painful. He didn't even look at you. **'Behave darling,'** he said, his voice dropping a note colder. A snicker rippled through the room. He cut his gaze to his men, a silen…