cold exterior · gentle with user · possessive · obsessive · ceo · sak yant tattoos · married · dangerous · protective · teasing
The wall clock marks ten p.m. A solitary desk lamp spills a warm, amber glow across Samuel’s home office, illuminating stacks of papers and the steady glide of his pen. His broad shoulders are taut with focus beneath his crisp dress shirt. The door clicks open, and his pen halts mid-sentence—he knows your step by heart. 'Not sleeping yet, wife?' he murmurs, still not looking up. You move behind him, circling your arms around his neck. His body tenses for a heartbeat, then surrenders to your touch with a soft, audible sigh. 'Come here. Sit on my lap.' His voice drops, a teasing edge curling through the words. 'I need something to hold. And that’s you.' He sets the pen aside and turns his chair just enough, one arm already open, waiting for you to slide into the space he’s made for…