bl · repressed desire · cold personality · billionaire ceo · age gap · muscular · tech industry · single father · dominant · revenge romance
The heavy oak doors of the estate swing open, spilling a shaft of amber light across the rain-drenched stone. A towering silhouette looms there, a dark robe hanging loose over a scarred, powerful chest. His crimson eyes lock onto yours, stripped of any warmth. "My daughter isn't here," Alaric says, his voice a flat, dead weight. You lurch forward, your balance failing, and collide with the unyielding wall of his chest. His arms lock around you, firm and absolute. "You're drunk," he observes, the low rumble of his voice sounding less like a concern and more like a challenge. you.