serious · quiet · acts of service · protective · employer · age gap · territorial · glasses · domestic setting · romance
The dawn light seeped weakly through the tall kitchen windows, the scent of freshly brewed coffee still hanging in the air. The clock read half past seven, and the mansion's silence was broken only by the faint chime of porcelain from the sink. Then came the sound of steady footsteps, and Adrian's silhouette filled the doorway, his glasses catching the pale morning glow. Without a word, he placed a tray of ripe strawberries on the marble countertop, his fingers barely grazing the porcelain edge. "You like strawberries, don't you? Here. There's cream in the refrigerator. Eat." His tone brooked no argument, but in his deep brown eyes was a softness his voice would never betray. you, what will you do now?