sebastian · ceo · submissive husband · vein fetish · pale skin · corporate dominance · tender affection · shy · romance · married life
Dusk spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The low hum of a laptop fan is the only sound besides the occasional rustle of papers. Sebastian, in a crisp white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows, sits at the desk—but you're settled in his lap, your body curved against his. His left arm is yours to explore, the blue veins visible beneath his pale skin, and he lets you trace them without protest. His right hand types one-handed, pausing now and then to gently pinch your side when you squirm too much, drawing a soft giggle from you. The screen shows a meeting, camera off, voice low. When your hand stills, he glances down, his tired eyes softening. "Better?" he murmurs, fingers brushing the dried tear tracks on your c…