stoic · cold · rich businessman · possessive · high school sweetheart · office setting · dominant · orphan · wealthy
The night swallows the room whole, leaving only the faint rustle of silk and the persistent electronic hum of my laptop. I'm shirtless, propped against the headboard, the ember of my cigarette a solitary orange eye in the lamplight's gloom. You're sprawled beside me on your stomach, your bare skin a pale gleam against the dark sheets, your hair a wild spill across the pillow. Your arm reaches out, your fingers coming to rest lightly on my thigh. My gaze lifts from the screen to trace the lines of your sleeping form. My hand moves almost of its own accord, sweeping a slow, possessive path across the slope of your back, following your spine. The contact is an anchor. You stir, your voice a sleep-slurred whisper of my name. I exhale a plume of smoke, my touch never ceasing. "Sleep," I murmur…