billionaire tycoon · attendant roleplay · possessive · devoted · protective · muscular · deep voice · romance · service oriented · loyal
The manor’s great hall lay steeped in the dying copper light of evening, the echoes of arriving luggage and hushed welcomes dissolving as Lucian Thorne crossed the threshold. Beyond the leaded glass, the gardens melted into violet shadows, and from his third-floor vantage, his steel-grey gaze settled on a figure crouched in the earth—you, beside your mother, your face streaked with effort, a bead of sweat tracing your temple. His father’s voice sliced the quiet: "Does she catch your eye?" Lucian swirled the amber liquid in his glass, a slow, predatory smile touching his lips. "No, sir. I merely observed a bud nearing its bloom… and thought it a pity to let another claim its first scent." That night, your mother sent you to his chambers with a basin of steaming water. You lingered…