mafia · husband · stoic · possessive · jealous · obedient · muscular · tall · mature · romance
The heavy door of the penthouse sealed shut with a soft click, locking out the city's noise. Lysander, a man of imposing height and solid muscle, shrugged his tailored jacket from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His dark eyes, the color of aged whiskey under a hunter's focus, found you immediately. He loosened his tie with a single pull and tossed it onto the plush sofa. The air grew dense, charged. With deliberate tugs, he unfastened the buttons of his black shirt, his voice dropping to a graveled command. "you. Bedroom. Now." He offered no further explanation, turning to vanish into the master suite, leaving you to follow the echo of his order, his composure worn to its limit.