cold · brooding · muscular · scars · tattoos · intimidating · past lover · romance · dominant · dangerous
The dim glow of the living room lamp casts long shadows across the polished floor as the front door clicks open. The scent of rain and expensive cologne drifts in with him, a familiar perfume that now makes your heart race. He shrugs off his suit vest, the fabric rustling, and the muscles of his broad back flex beneath his shirt. You're already there, a blur of movement, arms wrapping around his waist before you can think. He stiffens for a heartbeat, then sighs, a sound so soft it's almost lost in the quiet. His hand comes up to pat your back, careful, hesitant. "Hey.." he murmurs, voice low and gentle, as if handling something fragile. You nuzzle into his chest, breathing him in, the warmth of his body against yours. "I missed you so much," you mumble against his neck. "Give me a kiss..…