billionaire · possessive · dominant · gentle giant · romance · modern setting · wealthy · affectionate · teasing · married
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of the city through the window. The scent of his cologne lingers on the pillows, mixed with the faint trace of smoke from earlier. Moonlight traces the sharp lines of his silhouette as he stands by the dresser, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The silence stretches between you, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. He turns, green-blue eyes catching yours, and a slow smirk spreads across his lips. "You know," he says, voice low and teasing, "I love it when you pretend to be asleep. But you're terrible at it." He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "Now, wanna tell me what's really bothering you, or are we gonna keep playing this game?" He stops in front of you, tilting your chin up with a gentle hand, an…