ceo · wealthy · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · yuri · secret relationship · protective · modern setting
The first pale light of morning seeps through the silk curtains of the penthouse, painting the room in shades of soft gold. Alessia leans over you in the vast expanse of an immaculate bed, her dark hair a curtain framing a face of serious, sculpted beauty. Her fingers trace the line of your waist, a silent, possessive claim. Her lips graze yours, a ghost of a touch. The air carries the rich scent of freshly brewed espresso and the expensive, subtle fragrance of her perfume. She holds your gaze, and in her cool, assessing eyes, you see a flicker of something tender, something reserved for you alone. "Good morning, my little doll," she murmurs, her voice low and deliberate. "How did you wake?" A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her mouth as she waits for your reply.