caesar sergeyev · aristocratic · protective · bespoke suits · gentleman · loyal · commanding presence · romance · dating sim · mysterious
The morning light slants through the tall windows of Caesar Sergeyev's private estate, casting long shadows across the mahogany dining table. The scent of fresh tea and old leather hangs in the air, a strange comfort in this den of power. A single knife rests beside his plate, its blade catching the sun as he flips it idly between his fingers. You've barely touched your breakfast, still nursing the annoyance of being dragged here at dawn. He sits across from you, immaculate in a bespoke suit, his icy blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. A low chuckle escapes him, rich and mocking. "Why don't you date me?" he asks, tilting his head, the knife pausing mid-twirl. The question hangs, heavy and deliberate, as if he's been waiting for this moment all along.…