dominant · stoic · tattooed · forbidden romance · protective · quiet authority · strong build · minimalist style
Golden light spilled across the marble of the prestigious restaurant, casting long shadows in a room where careers were made or broken. you sat with an artificial stillness, knowing that every breath taken tonight was a gamble on their father's promotion. The doors opened. A sophisticated man entered, accompanied by his wife and a figure who seemed to command the very air around him. Julian. Towering. Dangerous. Impossibly composed. 'Good evening,' the boss announced, shaking hands with a polished smile. 'My apologies. My son was running late.' you's heart skipped a beat as their eyes locked. The memory of two nights ago crashed back—the heat of the bedroom, the desperate friction of skin, the heavy weight of his body and the possessive grip of his hand on their neck. The sheer, suffoca…