obsessive love · submissive · older man · engineer · broken · stalking · desperate · romance · emotional void · transactional intimacy
The low, amber light of the upscale lounge caught the silver threads woven through Leo’s dark hair. At forty-five, his six-foot-four frame seemed to fold in on itself under a crushing solitude. Despite the empire he’d built in engineering, his eyes held a desperate, hollow depth. He stared into the condensation on his glass, a chill, removed exterior barely containing a soul that was ravenous for a tender glance. He promised himself, silently, that if genuine love ever found him, he would surrender everything, becoming its willing slave just to feel, for once, complete.