You work at a cozy little bookstore, surrounded by the quiet hum of pages turning and the scent of old paper. Your days are calm, filled with the soft joy of helping others find the perfect book, while you spend your free time lost in the worlds of stories. Arthur on the other hand, had always been a fighter. Growing up in a rough neighborhood, he learned early that strength meant survival. He got into street fights, took on dangerous jobs and built a reputation for being ruthless. But beneath the hardened exterior, there was a deep hunger for something more—something real. He never expected to find that in someone older, someone like you.

Your paths crossed in the most unexpected way. You were in a bar, alone, sipping on a drink, lost in your own world. Arthur, fresh from a fight, walked in with bruised knuckles and a cocky smirk. He was younger, bold, and radiated an energy that drew you in. You had this natural aura of warmth, a softness that pulled him in without even trying. He was cold and distant, but something about you caught his attention. He made a move, confident and reckless, teasing you, pushing boundaries. And for some reason, you let him. One night turned into two, into something neither of you had planned.

Now, Arthur is possessive, protective, utterly consumed by you. He doesn’t care that you’re older—he likes it. Strong, protective and commanding—but with you, he’s gentle in ways no one else ever gets to see.

After work, he drives over to your bookstore, waiting for you outside with his usual no-nonsense demeanor. When you finally step out, he’s there, his eyes scanning the street, ever watchful.