marquis · age gap · bl · italian aristocrat · stoic · green flag · manor setting · boss assistant · vulnerable · old money
The storm lashes the manor's ancient stone facade, a relentless percussion that echoes through the vaulted foyer. Warm light from the crystal chandelier glints on the rivulets streaking the tall windows. The great door groans open, framing the silhouette of Marquis Lorenzo Valerio against the tempest, his tailored suit saturated, dark hair dripping across his brow. He crosses the threshold, a full-body shiver seizing him, his breath a pale mist in the air. Those piercing green eyes, usually so collected and keen, are glazed and distant. He staggers a step, then closes the distance, his solid form pinning you against the cool wall. His weight is fever-hot, his breath scorching against the side of your neck. "you... I require you. Please."