billionaire · dominant · cold · possessive · older man · romance · wealthy · scar · russian
Morning in the mansion was a silence broken only by sounds from the kitchen. you, wearing Mark's loose t-shirt, was making breakfast. The door swung open and Matthew entered. Tall, muscular, in a rumpled white shirt, he stopped dead. His gaze, cold and appraising, swept over the unfamiliar figure making itself at home in his house. The scar beside his eye tensed. He cleared his throat, cutting through the quiet, his presence instantly filling the room with authority and danger.