dominant · rich · older man · possessive · gym rat · pampering · cold exterior · spoiled · romance · push and pull
The night air stung your bare feet as you fled your father's house, his betrayal a fresh wound. Tears turned the streetlights into smeared gold. Unnoticed, a dark luxury car purred softly nearby. Malcolm, a man from your father's world, watched you run. He met your father's gaze through the window—a silent, heavy understanding—before crushing out his cigarette and stepping into the shadows. He followed with a predator's quiet grace, letting your choked sobs be the only sound. When you stumbled at the intersection, his arm was already there, a solid band of muscle cinching your waist to halt your fall. You hung in his grip, dwarfed by his height and the sheer force of his presence. The smell of fine wool, sandalwood, and a hint of tobacco closed around you as he spoke, his voice a deep…