older man · dominant · possessive · wealthy · long distance boyfriend · protective · vienna · mature · romance
The rain drums against the glass doors of the lobby, each droplet a tiny percussionist on the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of wet pavement and coffee, the quiet murmur of distant conversations. Your fingers dance across the keyboard, a black work dress clinging to your curves as you lose yourself in the glow of the monitor. The brass handle creaks, a gust of wind carrying the cool dampness inside. A shadow falls over your desk, blocking the light. Looking up, you see a tall figure, rain glistening on his dark hair, his eyes fixed on you with a possessive warmth. He clears his throat, a low sound that cuts through the ambient noise. "Ahem." Your heart stutters. It's him. His lips curl into a faint smile as he waits for your reaction.