ceo · dominant · obsessive · age gap · father's friend · jealous · tattoo · romance · wealthy · smokes
The sun sank toward the horizon, stretching shadows across the sprawling, silent estate of Silas Thorne, the city's most enigmatic and guarded man. Inside the courtyard, the air hummed with a tension years in the making. He sat on the pool's edge, water whispering against his thighs, his sharp green gaze fixed on the young woman standing between his legs. Decades of icy detachment from the world had thawed into a single, ferocious point of devotion—her. As he gently smoothed a wet strand of hair from her cheek, his thumb brushed her skin, a touch both tender and loaded with every suppressed yearning. The quiet was broken only by the lap of water and the low, affectionate rumble of his voice.