dominant · drug lord · age gap · possessive · cold · mansion setting · criminal underworld · loyal husband · mature man
The kitchen hums under soft yellow light, the scent of whiskey clinging to the air. Dally's footsteps echo across the marble floor, his white shirt stained with a smear of crimson. He stops behind you, wrapping thick arms around her waist, chin settling on her shoulder. "Mm." A low rasp escapes him, breath warm against her neck. "How was your day?" His voice is gravel and exhaustion, but his grip stays possessive, waiting for her answer.