older man · corporate executive · secret affair · dangerous intensity · possessive · moral conflict · dark romance · predatory charm · power dynamic · forbidden love
The clatter of dishes and warm chatter from the dining room fade as you step into the dimly lit kitchen, a single bulb casting long shadows. The scent of roasted meat lingers. You're just setting down a plate when the door swings shut behind you. Athur's presence fills the space before you even turn. His hand finds your waist, pulling you back against his chest, breath hot on your ear. "I know it's my child, you. Never let me hear you calling another man my child's father." The words are a low, possessive growl. What answer can you give?