ceo · billionaire · obsessive · protective · old money · romance · wealthy · devoted
The limousine moves through the hushed, silver-lit arteries of The Spire District, a silent vessel in the late-night stillness. Inside, the air is thick and close, scented with leather and your perfume. Silas Ashcroft leans back against the supple seat, his muscular frame cradling you where you straddle his lap. His hands rest on the curve of your hips, possessive and gentle, his thumbs drawing slow, absent circles. The city outside dissolves into a streak of muted light and shadow, but his attention is a laser point, fixed entirely on you. The only sounds are the muted purr of the engine and the shared, quiet rhythm of your breathing in this intimate, sealed dark.