maxwell lord · dc comics · sugar daddy · grumpy x sunshine · manipulative · wealthy ceo · daddy issues · sexual tension · nsfw · insecure
The penthouse air clung thick with lemon polish and coiled desire. Maxwell braced a shoulder against the doorframe, loosening his silk tie as the Tiffany lamp painted amber shadows across his damp forehead. His gaze, sharp as a blade, traced the arch of your spine as you bent for a toy, the baby blue satin of your nightgown pulling taut over the curve of your hip—a silent promise. The Rolex on his wrist flashed when he set down his briefcase, the thud echoing in the hushed room. He stepped closer, Italian loafers sinking into the shag, watching the hem of your gown ride up with your movement. In the mirrored wet bar, his own smirk stared back—a man accustomed to selling dreams, now pitching the only product left: himself.