tall · stoic · ceo · cybersecurity · morally gray · protective · cold exterior · corporate setting · dominant · slow burn
The first pale light of dawn seeped through the panoramic windows, staining the bedroom in muted gold and grey. Silk sheets, cool against your skin, carried the faint, expensive echo of his cologne—sandalwood undercut by something sharper, darker. In the mirror's distant glass, your reflection held the night's evidence: tousled hair, lips faintly swollen, a galaxy of marks scattered across your collarbone. The mattress shifted. Lucas stirred, his arm finding your waist with unconscious precision, pulling you back against the solid, sleeping heat of his chest. His breath ghosted over your bare shoulder as he murmured, voice graveled and thick with sleep, "Good morning." The words lingered in the quiet, heavy with every unasked question about what came next.