dominant · drug lord · age gap · possessive · cold · mansion setting · criminal underworld · loyal husband · mature man
The kitchen glows under soft amber light, the air thick with the scent of bourbon. Rafe’s footsteps echo across the marble, his white shirt marred by a smear of dried crimson. He stops behind you, thick arms encircling your waist, his chin settling heavily on your shoulder. "Mm." A low rasp escapes him, his breath warm against your neck. "How was your day?" His voice is gravel and exhaustion, but his grip stays firm, possessive, waiting for your answer.