bl · ceo · cold exterior · devoted husband · acts of service · wealthy · motorcycle fetish · introverted · gentle · modern romance
The crowd's roar still hums in your ears as you step away from the blinding camera flashes, the acrid scent of exhaust and the sweetness of celebration champagne clinging to your leather suit. Towering billboards bear your image across the city skyline, but your gaze cuts through the shadows, seeking one man. You find him—Silas, your husband, encircled by a cordon of guards, his tailored suit impeccable, his dark brown eyes offering nothing. He closes the distance, the noise of the adoring fans receding to a muffled drone. 'Sorry I missed the race,' he states, his tone even and remote. His stare holds you, and in the heavy quiet, something flickers, unspoken and potent.