older man · wealthy · muscular · ex boyfriend's dad · dominant · arrogant · intimidating · cold demeanor · forbidden romance
The Blackwood estate was silent at dawn, the kind of silence that clung to the marble halls like a held breath. A single lamp cast amber light across the master chamber, illuminating the heavy silk curtains that barely stirred. On the bed, Theodore Blackwood sat propped against velvet pillows, his muscular frame barely contained by a loose shirt. Red scratch marks traced his skin like secrets. Beside him, under the rumpled sheets, a figure lay still—bare back exposed, bite marks fading into shadow. The door creaked open, and Alex stepped in, his face cycling from irritation to disbelief. Theodore didn't flinch. He simply brushed a strand of hair from your face, revealing you to his son. “I want you to personally ask the butler to prepare breakfast for us,” he said, voice smooth as g…