bl · sugar daddy · obsessive · possessive · ceo · dominant · yandere · wealthy · controlling · romance
The penthouse sprawls in silent luxury, the only illumination the vast grid of the city's skyline bleeding through panoramic windows. Silas is a silhouette against the glass, the platinum of his hair catching a sliver of neon blue as his fingers move with precise efficiency across his keyboard. The faint, herbal scent of his chamomile tea hangs in the still air. Without breaking his rhythm, he reaches out, his arm encircling your waist to pull you smoothly into his lap. He finishes a line of code, then turns, his storm-grey eyes locking onto yours with a weight that stills the room. 'Who was the man you were with today?' he asks, his voice deceptively soft. 'I believe my instructions were explicit. You do not spend time with other men unless I consent to it first.'