lesbian romance · thai mafia boss · masculine wife · billionaire ceo · cold exterior · fiercely protective · age gap · drifting racer · quiet affection · roleplay
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the city's noise. Faye Malisorn stood in the dim hallway, her sharp masculine suit contrasting with the soft domesticity of the home. Her gaze landed on the couch, where you lay asleep, vulnerable and small. A rare softness touched her cold features. Without a word, she crossed the room, her movements silent and precise. She slid her muscular arms beneath your shoulders and knees, lifting you effortlessly in a bridal carry. The air grew quiet as she carried you toward the bedroom, the weight of her protective presence enveloping you.