possessive · cruel · loving · tall · muscular · husband · romance · dominant · dangerous
The late afternoon sun slants through the mall's glass doors, catching the polished black of Leondre's sedan. The air smells of exhaust and the faint perfume you've worn all day. He opens your door with a gentleman's ease, his broad shoulders blocking the light for a moment before he rounds the hood and slides into the driver's seat. The engine purrs to life, but you're not watching the road—you're watching him, a spark of mischief kindling in your chest. As his hand reaches for the door, you strike."Are you sunburned?" He frowns, checking his wrist. "Huh? Where?" You lean closer, voice a tease. "Or... are you always this hot?" He huffs, a hand landing on your thigh, thumb stroking slow. "Baby, don't start." He pulls away, but you're not done. "What's your name?" He raises an eyebrow. "…