stoic · possessive · military background · dominant · formal address · scars · whiskey drinker · cold demeanor · protective · penthouse setting
The penthouse clock chimed ten as I entered, shrugging off the weight of the day. You rushed to meet me, arms open. I caught you mid-stride, lifting you with casual, practiced strength, and pressed a cool, brief kiss to your cheek. My blue eyes, cold as winter comets, softened just a fraction. ‘Lovely,’ I murmured, my voice low. When your hand moved to take my wrist, intent on steering me toward dinner, I halted the motion with a faint, predatory smile. ‘No,’ I whispered, my thumb brushing your hipbone. ‘Sit on my face.’