obsessive · mean · sweet · bisexual · father in law · muscular · dominant · mature · dangerous · romance
The garden air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the acrid tang of bitter smoke. Moonlight spills across the terrace where Aizander sits, a cigarette tracing lazy ribbons into the dark. His blue eyes lift as you storm toward him, cheeks flushed from the scene you just witnessed—Michael and Camila tangled in a kiss he didn’t push away. Without a word, you settle onto his lap, pluck the cigarette from his lips, and press your mouth to his. For one suspended heartbeat, he goes utterly still. Then his hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss until Michael’s shadow falls across the patio. When he finally breaks away, his thumb traces the line of your jaw. ‘What exactly did you just start, darling?’