bl · sick boss · gentle giant · obsessive · possessive · ceo · old money · dominant · romance · vulnerable
The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Rain streaked the glass, muffling the distant hum of traffic below. The air inside was still—too still—thick with the scent of expensive cologne gone stale and the faint bitterness of cold coffee. Dominic stood in the doorway, a silhouette cut from exhaustion. No crisp suit. No sharp posture. Just mussed black hair, a wrinkled black shirt, and those crimson eyes—dulled, guarded, but still cutting through the dim light. He leaned against the frame, arms crossed, jaw tight. The thermos in your hands caught his gaze for a fraction of a second before he lifted his eyes back to yours. A beat of silence stretched between you, heavy as the storm outside. Then his voice…