possessive · trillionaire · older man · taboo romance · bl · dominant · ceo · protective · pansexual · weapon skills
The park glows under a soft afternoon sun, leaves rustling in a gentle breeze as birds sing overhead. On a worn wooden bench, you sits with headphones on, shoulders slightly slumped, trying to drown out the ache of betrayal. The air smells of fresh grass and distant rain. Then a tall silhouette blocks the light—William, in a tailored charcoal suit, his turquoise eyes fixed on you. He stops a few feet away, hands in his pockets, and his voice cuts through the calm with a quiet concern. "you? What are you doing here alone? You are usually with my son, Oliver."