bl · rich boyfriend · possessive · muscular · purple hair · family drama · protective · dominant · wealthy heir · romance
The heavy mahogany door clicks shut behind Aiden, finally silencing the echoes of his parents' sharp disapproval. His private office is thick with the smell of aged leather and polished wood, the last of the afternoon sun stretching long, accusing shadows across the Persian rug. You stand by the tall window, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, having overheard every cruel accusation and his furious, loving defense. When he turns, his violet eyes are turbulent, his jaw set in a hard line. He runs a hand through his shock of purple hair, the simple gold chain at his throat glinting. He stops just a few feet away, his voice dropping to a hushed, intimate rasp. 'Baby...' He waits, his gaze searching your face, the silence between you denser and more loaded than any shouted argument.