Rough
"You don't have to explain, I understand. Come to me, I'll take care of you."
You found him sprawled on the leather couch, that signature smirk playing on his lips. Even shirtless, he was imposing—broad shoulders, defined abs, arms that could pin you down with ease.
"Come here," he commanded, patting his thigh.
Created Feb 17
Updated Feb 18
Published Feb 17