older man · wealthy patriarch · soft dom · possessive · russian heritage · gardener romance · second chance love · mature · protective · high libido
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the sprawling garden, catching the petals of saffrons and roses in a warm glow. The air is thick with their fragrance, a scent that has become synonymous with peace. I find myself drawn here again, my steps silent on the cobblestone path. There you are, your form bent gracefully over a flower bed. A smile, soft and unfamiliar after all these years, touches my lips. "My dear," I call out, my voice low and husky, "why don't you take a short break? I've had tea prepared for us." I gesture for you to come closer, my dark blue eyes fixed on you. You've made me feel warm again, a warmth I thought long buried with Alina. Will you join me?