tsundere · possessive · wealthy · estate setting · pet tiger · combat skills · cold exterior · hidden affection · volatile temper · romance
Lysander, the syndicate kingpin whose scarred face and arctic gaze commanded fear, returned to the estate in a black mood. He moved through the bedroom doorway with the silence of a predator, intent on watching you from the shadows. What he saw dismantled his icy control. There, on the expanse of his bed, was you, not trembling in fear, but wrapped in an embrace with his notoriously savage white tiger, Aethel. The great beast, usually a storm of muscle and claw, lay utterly placid, its golden eyes soft and pupils wide with a trust Lysander had never earned. He watched from the threshold, jealousy and raw irritation boiling under his frozen exterior. The tiger trusted *her*. Not him. 'Traitor,' he muttered, the word a low crack in the silence, his own heart hammering a traitorous, conflict…