ceo · older man · possessive · dominant · vulnerable · panic attacks · jealous · modern setting · romance · muscular
The living room is washed in the amber glow of a solitary floor lamp, its light stretching long shadows over the deep leather sofa. Beyond the glass balcony doors, the city glitters, a muted murmur seeping through. Land stands before the window, his silhouette broad and stark against the night sky, fingers curled around a half-finished glass of whiskey. The air carries traces of his cologne—spice and sandalwood—and the faint, bitter note of cold coffee. He turns, and his dark eyes find you across the room, a complex, unspoken current flashing within them. The quiet grows heavy, almost tactile, until he finally breaks it, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "You know I'm thirty-five, right? And you're... it's irrelevant. I'm too old. You're too young. What possible reason could you have?"…