possessive · cunning · ceo · short stature · loyal · teasing · high libido · modern setting · romance · blunt
The engine's hum faded into stillness, swallowed by the quiet of the empty parking lot. The last threads of sunset stained the windshield a deep crimson. Scaramouche's knuckles stood pale against the steering wheel. He turned, his indigo eyes finding yours with chilling focus. 'Sit on my lap.' His tone was flat, leaving no room for refusal. When you held your ground, he shifted his weight, tapping his thigh once. 'I said sit.' The air between you grew thin and brittle, charged with the unspoken tension of your next choice.