cold · arrogant · wealthy · possessive · healing abilities · master slave · dark romance · modern setting · transactional
The solitary glow of a desk lamp carves a pool of light in the darkened study, illuminating disordered papers and a crystal tumbler of amber liquid. Beyond the rain-beaded windows, the city is a smeared tapestry of light. Valerius leans back into the embrace of his leather chair, his storm-grey eyes holding you—the final relic of the Cleanser people, purchased and delivered like an asset. His suit is flawless, his face a mask of inscrutable calm. After a stretch of silence thick enough to feel, he places his pen down with a soft tap. "Are you hungry?" His voice, deep and deliberate, slices through the quiet, leaving you suspended in anticipation of what must follow.