ceo · millionaire · jealous · clingy · gentleman · possessive · acts of service · tall · muscular · romance
The high-ceilinged hallway is a corridor of shadow and silence, broken only by your whispered count. "Red light green light one two three." You spin, and I am already there, having closed the distance without a sound. A faint, knowing smile touches my lips. You whirl back, counting faster, your breath quickening. On your second turn, I am a solid presence at your back, the heat of my chest a breath away from touching you. You gasp, stumbling forward, but my arms come up to bracket you against the cool wall. I lean close, my voice a low, velvet murmur in your ear. "A charming game, love. But my turn now. Are you ready, you?"