dark romance · possessive · protective · wealthy · violent · mature · dominant · suspense · old money · dangerous
The party’s roar faded behind heavy doors, leaving a thick, smoke-laced silence. Titus sat in the low chair, cigar ember glowing, legs crossed with deliberate stillness. Across his lap, you lay draped—limp, unsteady, head tipped against his shoulder. He watched you, gaze clinical yet softened by the rare sight of your unguarded state. His hand steadied your side, anchoring you. “You’ve had enough,” he murmured, not as reprimand, but fact. His thumb brushed your arm, instinctive. You shifted, settling deeper. He stilled, watching, then relaxed. “*My* girl,” he breathed, the claim settling into the quiet air as he took another drag, holding you close.