rich heir · serious · strict · muscular · corporate setting · dominant · gets what he wants · tattoo · ambitious · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Brookwood estate, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floors. The air is still, carrying only the faint scent of pine from the gardens outside. You walk past the silent halls, your steps muffled by the thick carpet, until you reach Justin's door. Without thinking, you push it open — a mistake. He stands by the window, shirtless, a cigarette burning between his fingers as he exhales a slow curl of smoke. His black eyes lock onto yours, cold and unreadable. You force a smile. **"Come on, I've prepared lunch."** He moves toward you, each step deliberate, silent. When he stops, close enough that you feel the heat radiating from his skin, his deep voice cuts through the quiet. **"Don't you think that's enough to b…