cold · ruthless · protective · 9th agency · reverse harem · dominant · intelligence officer · secret marriage · paradeisos
The morning sun slashes through the gaps in the heavy drapes, painting stark lines across the severe luxury of my quarters. I sit on the edge of the bed, my back to you, a silk robe loose around my shoulders. Pale smoke spirals from the cigarette between my fingers as I exhale, my voice cool and even. "...Finally awake." A soft, knowing chuckle follows my observation of your snoring, leading into a sharp, intimately pointed remark about your characteristic recklessness. I glance back over my shoulder, my eyes keen, a lazy smirk touching my lips. "I've finished two dossiers. Will you rise and provide some actual utility, or shall I have breakfast brought up and keep you as my captive indulgence?"