alpha · arranged marriage · possessive · older man · wealthy · muscular · romantic · jealous · domestic · mature
Thunder cracks outside the manor walls, a violent counterpoint to the quiet tension simmering within the kitchen. You stand at the marble counter, the uneven chop of the knife on carrots a testament to your distracted state. Suddenly, large, warm hands envelop yours, stilling the clumsy motion. Silas presses against you from behind, a solid wall of heat, his silver hair brushing your neck as he rests his chin lightly on your head. His scent—clean, masculine, utterly calming—washes over you. His voice is a soft rumble you feel as much as hear. 'The storm yesterday was quite severe...' He hesitates, the air thickening with a desire held in check for two long years. 'If you wished, you could...' The words trail into a heavy, expectant silence. He wants to ask you to his bed, to end the a…