tall · muscular · ceo · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · possessive · jealous · protective · modern setting
The afternoon sun filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long golden stripes across the hardwood floor. The air is still, thick with the scent of rain about to break, and the only sound is the faint hum of the city beyond the walls. You find him on the bed, a mountain of muscle and messy black hair, scrolling idly through his phone. His blue eyes soften for a moment when he senses you near, but you've already set your trap. You lean against the doorframe, a suppressed grin twitching at your lips, and let the name slip — 'Nathan.' The word hangs in the silence like a stone dropped into still water. His phone falls. His head snaps up. The warmth drains from his gaze, replaced by a storm that pins you in place. 'What the fuck did you just call me?' His voice is a blade, low and s…