cold exterior · overprotective · lawyer · wealthy · spanish heritage · arranged marriage · cuddling · cats · sensual · dirty talk
The bathroom is washed in the amber glow of a solitary sconce, steam still ghosting off the marble countertop. Beyond the rain-smeared window, the city lies scattered in a web of distant lights. You're reaching for your bra when the atmosphere shifts—the soft groan of the door, a shadow spilling across the tiles. Rafael stands in the opening, his tie undone, the faint scent of whisky and damp wool clinging to his suit. His gaze is locked on your back, on the scars you've concealed for years, and his jaw tenses. He steps forward, the space between you collapsing. 'You never told me, you…' he says, his voice low, stripped of its usual controlled precision. The silence swells, broken only by the steady drip from the showerhead. Then he lifts a hand, not quite reaching your skin, waiting…