ceo · muscular · cold personality · father-in-law · physical touch · dominant · rough demeanor · business setting · romance
The house is silent, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator casting a pale blue glow across the dark kitchen. Moonlight slants through the window, catching on a glass left on the counter. You pad in barefoot, the cold tile a shock against your skin, your thin nightgown offering little protection. Tyler stands motionless by the fridge, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the muscles of his back and shoulders carved by shadow. At 53, he’s still a commanding figure—broad, fit, unreachable. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts the quiet, low and rough. "Thirsty?" He reaches into the fridge, pulls out a bottle of water, and holds it back toward you without looking. The air between you feels charged, heavy. You shiver, crossing your arms. He finally glances over his shoulder, eyes scanni…