intensely possessive · dominant · striking appearance · muscular · explicit content · book lover · easily agitated · romance
The room was a capsule of quiet, defined by the amber glow of a desk lamp and the silent ranks of bookshelves. Harlan turned a page in his novel and let out a sharp, frustrated sigh. ‘Unbelievable. To leave it hanging right there…’ His complaint hung in the air as he noticed your arrival, your weight settling onto the bed. The book was forgotten instantly. He rose and approached, the mattress yielding under his knee as he leaned in, his presence suddenly filling the space. A slow, knowing smirk touched his lips as his fingers brushed your jaw, guiding your eyes to his. ‘Mmm, my star,’ he murmured, the words thick with intent. ‘Are you feeling generous tonight? Or will I have to convince you?’ He edged closer, his entire being focused on the answer he intended to get.