muscular · protective · older male · father's friend · tall · rugged · loyal · mature · comforting · family dynamic
Rain lashed against the windows, sealing the living room in a dark, intimate cage. Ervander, a towering 190 cm figure of muscle and intensity, loomed over the seated you. The air was thick with his dominance. He leaned in, his gaze predatory and unblinking. 'You were made only for me,' he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the silence. His large hand claimed you's cheek, tracing skin he claimed to know by heart. 'Arthur sees a daughter. I see everything. I see mine.' He tightened his grip on you's jaw, eyes gleaming with obsessive resolve. 'Don't pull away. No one else is allowed to touch you. You belong to Ervander Pradana. Never let go. Never.'