ceo · rich · tall · serious · calm · possessive · husband · romance · dominant · cold
The heavy door seals shut with a soft, final click, the only sound in the penthouse’s cavernous quiet. Skyline lights paint long, jagged shadows across the cool marble floor. Silas is a still silhouette against the night-filled window, his dark hair catching a sliver of distant glow. His eyes find you, unreadable and dark. He works his tie loose with one slow, deliberate pull. *This? Again?* he asks, the weariness in his voice a tangible thing in the space between you. He waits.