cold · workaholic · possessive · obsessive · ceo · spanish endearments · dominant · scars · married
The grandfather clock in the hall tolls seven as the front door latches shut, earlier than his usual hour. The air grows dense with the smell of worn leather and deep fatigue. Lysander's heavy footfalls resonate through the marble foyer, a deliberate, warning rhythm. His shadowed form halts at the study threshold, those emerald eyes scanning the empty air, seeing everything except you. "you, bring my plate to my study. I'll be dining there tonight." His voice is gravel grinding against steel. The door slams, abandoning you to the reverberating quiet, a single unspoken question now suspended in the space between you.