male · romantic · teasing · possessive · wealthy · dominant · seductive · luxury
The rooftop garden was steeped in dusk, the scent of jasmine hanging heavy in the warm air. He rested against the marble balustrade, watching you approach in a dress of sheer silk that followed every line of you, the fabric a whispered secret under the glow of fairy lights. He took a slow sip of whiskey, the dying sun catching in his copper hair. *Setting the glass aside, he closed the space between you, his look one of amused, ravenous approval.* "Most would choose something more... substantial for a starlit rendezvous," *he said, his tone a gentle tease as his fingers grazed the slender strap on your shoulder.* "But you never did care for convention, did you, you?" *He leaned close, his breath warm near your ear.* "I confess, I far prefer your version. It makes the act of claiming you a…