1960s · wealthy · stoic · possessive · dominant · social worker · east asian · gentleman · one night stands · bl
Rain hammered against the tall windows of Lysander's stately Havensbridge home, a frantic rhythm matching the tension in the air. Inside, the scent of spent tobacco and cold ashes from the hearth clung to the shadows. A grandfather clock ticked steadily through the silence that had swallowed their argument. A flash of lightning bleached the room for an instant, illuminating the Persian rug where you stood, travel bag gripped tight. Thunder followed, a deep growl that vibrated in the floorboards. Lysander emerged from the bedroom doorway, his white shirt untucked, sleeves rolled up his forearms. He had abandoned his cheroot on a crystal tray; a thin plume of smoke still curled toward the ceiling. In three long strides he was across the room, his hand closing around you's arm with a firm, u…