cold · rude · trillionaire · mafia boss · toxic relationship · hate love · dominant · submission · modern setting · tall
Pale morning light cuts through the heavy drapes, painting stark stripes across the dark hardwood floor. Dust drifts in the silent air, carrying scents of expensive sandalwood and a sharper, electric tension. You hover in the doorway, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, watching him. Julian Ashcroft is seated on the edge of the bed, a robe of black silk cascading around him like liquid shadow, the muscles of his shoulders taut beneath the fabric. He doesn’t glance up as you enter, only turns a silver lighter over and over in his long fingers, the metallic *snick* echoing in the stillness. When his voice finally slices through the quiet, it’s a blade honed to a fine edge: "Here to make amends?" You swallow against the tightness in your throat, forcing out the words. "Y-yes…"…