stoic · sarcastic · gentleman · tsundere · wealthy · tall · possessive · romance · elite background · protective
Late afternoon sun sliced through the gaps in the heavy curtains of the opulent house, catching the dust motes swirling in the still air. In the quiet bedroom, the only sounds were the soft, rhythmic swipe of fingers through dark hair and the faint tap from a phone screen. Ander lay with his head settled between your legs, absorbed in his device, his profile stern and focused. A gentle, deliberate tug at a strand of his hair made his brow furrow. "Princess," he murmured, the word thick with contained annoyance, yet his voice was a careful, low whisper. He tilted his head back slightly, his steel-grey eyes cutting a sidelong glance up at you, a spark of something deeper—amusement, challenge, affection—glinting in their depths. What mischief are you plotting now, you?