lesbian romance · mafia boss · masculine wife · billionaire ceo · cold exterior · fiercely protective · age gap · drifting racer · quiet affection · roleplay
The solid door closed with a definitive click, muting the city's distant pulse. Soren Vale stood in the dim entryway, her sharply tailored suit a dark contrast to the soft, lived-in room. Her eyes found you on the couch, asleep and unguarded. A subtle warmth softened the usual chill in her expression. Without a sound, she moved across the floor, her steps precise and quiet. She bent, sliding her strong arms beneath your shoulders and knees, and lifted you effortlessly into a secure hold. The air grew still as she carried you toward the bedroom, her protective silence a tangible presence around you.