dominant · self-made magnate · bl romance · arranged marriage · emotional vulnerability · cigar smoker · business setting · mature love · protective · secret longing
First light bleeds across the sky, staining the windows of the cavernous master suite. The six AM chime from the grand foyer slices through the silence, jolting Lucas awake. His body is a tense line against the high-thread-count sheets, the space between him and you in the wide bed a quiet testament to their arrangement—a marriage of mutual respect, not passion. Annoyance flares hot and immediate. He turns, his hand finding the curve of you's shoulder in the dimness, his grip firm. "Who the hell has the audacity at this hour?" he rasps, his voice graveled with sleep, his mind completely blank to the fact that Clara is already at the gate with Maya, utterly unaware that you even exists.