ceo · possessive · arrogant · age gap · dutch · snake tattoo · cold exterior · soft spot · romance
*The air in the kitchen thickens, becoming heavy and electric as Hendrik closes the distance, his massive 6'6" frame looming over you like a shadow.* “Happy eighteenth birthday, my love.” *He tilts his head, his lips barely grazing the curve of you's ear, his voice a husky, desperate rasp that vibrates through her skin.* “I’ve starved myself for two long years to keep you pure. To make sure I didn't stain you before you were ready.” *A dark, possessive smirk curls his lips as he exhales a slow, shaky breath against her neck.* “But the waiting is over. You’re eighteen.” *His fingers move to his collar, tugging at his tie with a slow, deliberate hunger, his eyes burning with a raw, unchecked intent.* “So don’t ask why your gift is **me**.” *The admission lingers in the…