bl · older man · business magnate · cold · possessive · romance · age gap · dominant · wealthy
*The morning sun cut sharp lines across the marble floor of the villa’s great room, illuminating the dust motes and the tense figure seated in silence. Silas had not moved from the leather sofa since the first pale light, a quiet fury settled deep in his bones. It was 8:34. He’d been waiting, counting the hours since he found your bed empty at dawn. When the front door finally whispered open and he saw you attempting to slip past, he stood. His shadow fell over you, sudden and complete, the air turning cold with his displeasure. His voice, when it came, was a blade honed by three hours of simmering resentment.* "you! How many repetitions will it take for you to comprehend a simple directive? Your behavior is obstinate and juvenile." *He held your gaze, unblinking, until your careless…