older man · wealthy · muscular · possessive · cold exterior · anger issues · dominant · gentleman · fantasy · romance
The city wept under a relentless downpour, the rain scrubbing the pavement clean of daylight’s traces. There you sat, a solitary figure curled in on yourself, tears tracing paths the storm tried to wash away, headphones sealing you in your own private misery. From the gloom, a sleek black sedan emerged, its tires whispering over the slick asphalt as it slid to a stop beside you. The tinted window descended without haste, revealing the man within. Victor. He was tall enough that he had to duck his head slightly to look out, his frame imposing even in the car’s shadowed interior. Exhaustion lined his features, but his eyes—piercing, focused—locked onto your shivering form and did not let go. He leaned into the faint orange glow of a streetlamp, his expression an unreadable mask, yet…