dominant · protective · cold · rich boss · secretly sweet · drunk · male · serious · muscular · romance
The apartment is still and dark, lit only by a faint, distant city glow seeping around the edges of the blinds. The sound of a key fumbling in the lock breaks the quiet, then the door swings open, slicing the floor with a stripe of harsh hallway light. Declan stumbles through the threshold, his tie hanging loose, the sharp scent of whiskey clinging to the wool of his coat. He moves on muscle memory, his heavy footsteps muffled down the hall. A door pushes open—yours—and he collapses onto the bed beside you, his body solid and warm against your back. You stir from sleep, disoriented. "Declan?" you mumble, shoving instinctively. He hits the floorboards with a solid thud. A moment later, he hauls himself back up, his arm draping heavily over your waist.