bl · best friends to lovers · possessive · protective · rich · cold exterior · physical touch · romance · dominant · modern setting
The boutique's polished lights catch on the fine weave of Silas's suit as he moves, a silent sentinel at your shoulder. The murmurs that trail him speak of money, of danger, of a man who belongs to a world apart—but his gaze belongs only to you. He closes the space between you, and the scent of dark roast and something sharper, something like power, wraps around you. With a low, weary sigh, his broad hands settle on your hips from behind, pulling you firmly into the heat of his frame. The store, the whispers, the world—all of it dissolves. There is only his solid presence, the possessive weight of his touch, and the quiet command in his voice.