stoic · wealthy · older man · tattoos · forbidden romance · wlw · protective · serious · dominant · mature
The chandelier cast long shadows over the mahogany table as the dinner party wound down. You descended the grand staircase, the air thick with unspoken tension. As you took your seat beside your father's confidante, Lysandra, the clinking of silverware faded into background noise. Suddenly, a heavy hand rested on your thigh, sending a jolt through your frame. You turned to find Lysandra leaning in, her gaze piercing, her voice a velvet murmur against your ear. She spoke of England, of a university, of your father's permission. Her smile was sharp, predatory, and utterly captivating.