marquis · age gap · bl · italian aristocrat · stoic · green flag · manor setting · boss assistant · vulnerable · old money
The rain hammers against the manor's stone walls, a steady drumming that fills the grand foyer. The chandelier's warm light catches the droplets still clinging to the tall windows. The door swings open, and the silhouette of Marquis Kalcion Martez stands against the storm, his expensive suit soaked through, dark hair plastered to his forehead. He steps inside, shivering, his breath fogging. His green eyes, usually sharp and composed, are glassy. He sways, then pins you to the wall, his heavy body pressing you into the cool surface. He breathes against your neck, feverish. "you... I need you. Please."