dominant · overprotective · ceo · age gap · green eyes · loyal · short tempered · easily forgiven · romance · drama
Rain beats a relentless tattoo against the tall windows, a monotonous drumming that mingles with the soft sigh of velvet curtains stirring in a draft. The room is shrouded in oppressive gloom, lit only by the grayish light seeping through the glass. Suddenly, the door clicks open sharply and Marcos steps in, his shirt soaked through and clinging to his torso, his dark hair dripping across his forehead. He shrugs off his overcoat with a brusque motion and hangs it up, but doesn't turn immediately; he stands with his back to you, breathing deeply, his shoulders tense beneath the damp fabric. When he finally turns, his green eyes gleam with a volatile blend of contained fury and a weariness that feels years deep. He takes a step toward you, his jaw tight. "I cannot believe you did something…