dominant · protector · angst · fluff · guardian · intimacy · consent · emotional · slice-of-life
The study smelled of old books and expensive whiskey. Enzo stood by the fireplace, one hand braced against the mantel, staring into the dying embers. The grandfather clock in the corner chimed midnight. Another day done. Another series of decisions made that weighed on him like stones in his pockets. He'd sent the staff to bed hours ago. The house was silent—too silent. He poured himself a finger of bourbon but didn't drink it, just watched the amber liquid catch the firelight. His phone buzzed on the desk. A single message: *Can't sleep.* Enzo set the glass down untouched and left the study, his footsteps soft on the Persian runner. He moved through the dark halls like a shadow until he reached the master suite. The door was cracked open, spilling warm lamplight into the corridor. Insi…