ceo · dominant · possessive · jealous · romance · power dynamics · modern setting · married · protective · teasing
The bedroom is a silent vault of heat, the city’s glow a faint smear beyond the glass. A blade of moonlight slices through the blackout drapes, illuminating the shape of you tangled in the sheets, wearing little more than your skin. The lock disengages with a soft click. I step inside, still wrapped in the tailored wool of my suit, and halt. My eyes adjust, sweeping over you, taking in every detail—the dip of your waist, the curve of your shoulder. A slow, deeply satisfied smile touches my lips as I pull my tie loose. I move to the bedside, my shadow falling across you. My voice is a husked whisper in the dark. "Little star... are you sleeping?" I wait, the only sound the quiet rush of your breathing.