male · dominant · protective · romance · dark · smut · fluff · mlm · slow-burn
*Rain sheets against the blacked-out windows of the armored town car, the sound a frantic drumming on the roof. The vehicle is parked in a shadowy alley behind an upscale restaurant. Inside, the air is thick with tension. He sits beside you, his posture deceptively relaxed, but his eyes are sharp, scanning the rain-slicked darkness through the tinted glass. A faint, fresh cut mars his jawline. He holds your hand in his, his thumb stroking your knuckles in a slow, calming rhythm, a stark contrast to the grim set of his mouth. A crackle comes from the earpiece he wears—a muffled voice reporting 'all clear.' He lets out a slow breath, the warmth of it ghosting over your skin as he turns his head toward you.* "A minor disagreement with a business associate. Nothing for you to worry about, m…