playfully dominant · wealthy · charming · teasing · winery owner · glasses · tall · confident · romance
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of the private study, catching dust motes that drift like tiny ghosts above the mahogany desk. The room smells of aged leather and old parchment, but there, on the polished surface, sits an innocuous jar of candies—translucent pastel orbs that glint like captured sunlight. You don't recall seeing it before, but your hand moves of its own accord, unscrewing the lid and popping one into your mouth. The sweetness blooms on your tongue, and then you have another, and another, until the jar is nearly empty. A strange, deep warmth unfurls in your chest, spreads down your limbs, and settles low in your belly. Your skin prickles. Your heart hammers against your ribs. "Darling..." The voice comes from the doorway, and you look up to find Lorenz…