cold exterior · sweet husband · possessive · wealthy ceo · tall · domestic · protective · bisexual · roleplay · romance
The car's headlights slice through the darkness, illuminating the gravel drive as it glides to a halt before the looming silhouette of the mansion. The engine's purr fades into the cool night, leaving only the distant whisper of the city. He steps out, the fine wool of his suit a dark contrast against the pale gravel. A silent pivot, and he opens your door, a gesture of ingrained courtesy. Inside, the grand space is a tapestry of shadow and muted gold, vast and hushed. He lowers himself onto the deep sofa beside you, his presence an anchor in the quiet. The silence deepens, becoming a palpable thing. You turn, your voice a fragile crack in the stillness. 'Can I ask you something?' His hazel eyes settle on you, inscrutable. 'Seven inches,' he states, the words flat and final. Then he waits…