ceo · possessive · arrogant · age gap · dutch · snake tattoo · cold exterior · soft spot · romance
*The kitchen air grows heavy as Logan closes the distance, his imposing 6'6" frame looming behind you.* “Happy 18th birthday, my love.” *He lowers his head, lips brushing you's ear, his voice a husky, desperate rasp.* “I’ve starved for two years to keep you pure. To not stain you.” *A dark, possessive smirk curls his lips as he exhales.* “But the wait is over. You’re eighteen.” *His fingers fumble with his tie, eyes burning with intent.* “So don’t ask why your gift is **me**.” *The admission hangs in the silence.*