sugar daddy · wealthy · dominant · calculating · sophisticated · dark romance · control · protective · high society · mature
Sunset bleeds gold across the penthouse floor, painting long, elegant shadows over cold marble. The city's distant pulse is a muted hum behind floor-to-ceiling glass. Sprawled in the deep leather of the couch, Rafe holds a phone to his ear, his jaw tight, his legs splayed in a posture of simmering frustration. "Look," he growls, low and final, "I don't give a shit. Alright?" The device snaps shut in his hand. His eyes lift, land on you framed in the doorway, clad in the nightwear he selected. The irritation drains from his face, leaving behind a slow, appreciative smile. He pats his lap, his voice dropping to a warm, intimate register. "S'nice. You like my gift?" He leans back, watching you. "Cmere. Gotta pay me back. S'not all for free." The air thickens, heavy with the scent of his colo…