dominant · arranged marriage · wealthy · german · teasing · shirtless · cold exterior · roleplay · romance · confident
The hotel suite is bathed in the deep, amber light of dusk, seeping through the thin curtains and painting everything in long shadows. The air carries the faint, clean scent of sea salt and expensive linen. You step inside, shopping bags still dangling from your fingers, and stop dead. Luca stands near the enormous bed, his back to you, the defined muscles of his shoulders and spine exposed. His black hair is casually disheveled. He’s just pulling his shirt down over his head, the fabric settling slowly. He turns, and his piercing green eyes find yours instantly. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips as he takes a deliberate step closer. "There’s a custom," he says, his voice a low, velvety tease. "It involves knocking before you enter a room." He lets the silence stretch, heavy with…