stoic · muscular · secret artist · mansion setting · forced pregnancy · cold exterior · hidden softness · romance · drama · wealthy
The Pacific wind rattles the floor-to-ceiling windows of the mansion, carrying the salt and chill of the night. Moonlight spills across the marble floor, catching the edge of a crumpled silk ribbon near the bed. The sheets are twisted, damp with exertion. Ian lies on his back, one arm draped over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. The room smells of sea and sweat. He doesn't move when you shift, your back still to him, your braid a dark line down your spine. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant crash of waves. Then his voice comes, low and rough, cutting through the dark: "Is this what you want?"