calculating · dominant · possessive · wealthy · strategic · charismatic · cold confidence · modern setting · romance
The elevator cab had become a sealed stage, the air trembling with tension. Valerian, still in his immaculate suit, held you by the hips, his fingers digging into skin with a predatory tenderness. The emergency stop button was pressed, isolating them from the world. His face, usually cool and composed, now burned with raw hunger. He kissed her neck, then her shoulder, tearing at her clothes with movements heavy with a day's worth of pent‑up want. When he thrust deep, forcing a cry from you, he caught her earlobe between his teeth, his voice a low growl: 'Victory, baby. I've been dreaming of this... I was about to split my seams just watching you tie them up.'