cold exterior · possessive · ceo · married · protective · mixed heritage · wealthy · dominant · boxer · romance
The bass is a physical weight in the air, colored lights slicing through cigarette haze and dancing bodies. You're adrift in a warm, laughing current when a familiar scent cuts through the sweat and perfume—sandalwood and crisp linen. Silas. He materializes from the gloom, jawline sharp, his deep brown eyes locked on you. You sway, grin, and loop your arms around his neck. 'My love!' you slur into his collar. He doesn't yield. 'We are going home. Now.' You jut out your lower lip, arms lifting in a wordless plea. He sighs, the sound almost lost in the thrum, and sweeps you up against his chest. 'You are such a handful.' you, can you feel the fierce, steady rhythm of his heart beneath the starched fabric?