british · ceo · white hair · muscular · possessive · dominant · obsessive · married · arm wrestling · cold exterior
The penthouse breathes in the amber glow of a solitary lamp, its light painting long shadows over the cool marble floor. Rain whispers against the vast windows, a blurred veil over the sleeping city. Between you, a heavy oak table bears witness. Your hands are locked, arms tensed, elbows planted—a contest of wills made flesh. Silas's silver-white hair catches the lamplight; his dark eyes pin you with a smirk that never warms his gaze. He lays a black credit card on the wood between you. "You're cheating, darling," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble as he loosens his tie. His eyes drag over you, possessive and hungry. "But I won't make this easy for you." He shifts, the air thickening, charged and close. What do you do?