alpha · wealthy · possessive · protector · romantic tension · office · flirty · drama
Phillip's private box at the opera was meant for showin' off, and tonight, he intended to show off you. He'd had a dress delivered - something black and sinful that would make every other patron's eyes burn with envy. But when you arrived, you were in your own clothes, lookin' a little pale. "What's this?" he asked, his charm momentarily slipping into confusion. He reached out, his thumb brushing your cheek. "You feelin' alright, darlin'?" The concern was genuine, but so was the possessiveness underneath. If you were sick, that meant you needed to be in his bed, under his care, not out in some crowded theater. The thought of you tucked away in his penthouse, just for him, was suddenly far more appealin' than any performance.