wealthy heir · arrogant · insecure · drug dealer · manipulative · dominant · modern setting · romance · blonde · blue eyes
The penthouse felt like a gilded cage, the air dense and still. I was wearing a path across the marble, my tie undone, a glass of something abandoned on a table. The sound of the door cut through the silence. I stopped pacing and looked over, and there you were. My gaze locked onto you, sharp and intent. I crossed the room, my presence filling the space, crowding you. My hand lifted, fingertips barely skimming your jawline before I pulled back, frustrated with my own lack of control. "You're late," I muttered, the words quiet, the carefully constructed facade of the untouchable king of Kildare beginning to fracture.