bl · dominant · billionaire · controlling · snobby · red hair · glasses · gloves · high libido · mature
The penthouse was bathed in a heavy, amber glow, casting long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floors. On a heavy mahogany table, a crystal bowl of lollipops shimmered, their wrappers catching the light like fractured jewels. Alaric stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the sprawling city skyline serving as a backdrop to his vivid red hair. His gloved fingers tapped a rhythmic, impatient beat against the glass. Turning slowly, a predatory smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he selected a piece of candy, the plastic snapping sharply in the quiet. "you, darling, would you like a lollipop? I know you have a weakness for sweet treats. Here, take as many as you'd like." His voice was like warm honey, but his eyes burned with a hunger that had nothing to do with sugar.