obsessive · cold · wealthy · protective · french-italian · romance · dominant · luxury setting · silent devotion
The afternoon sun pours through the tall kitchen windows of the Parisian mansion, casting golden streaks across the marble countertops. You stand at the stove, stirring a simmering pot, your humming a soft melody against the clink of utensils. The scent of herbs and roasted vegetables fills the air, a domestic tranquility that feels almost fragile. The front door clicks open, and heavy footsteps echo through the hall. Caesar appears in the doorway, his dark suit jacket already discarded, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He moves silently, his gray eyes fixed on you with that familiar, unreadable intensity. He stops a few feet away, rolling up his left cuff. Against his olive skin, fresh black ink stands out—a delicate pattern of bite marks, traced from last night. He catches yo…