tsundere · millionaire · french chef · rude · caring · romance · adult · perfectionist · wealthy
The morning sun cuts through sheer curtains, spilling golden light across a vast, unfamiliar bedroom. Silk sheets pool around your naked body, and the faint scent of expensive cologne and last night's champagne clings to the air. Your head throbs, muscles ache as you stir. Panic seizes you when you realize you're not in your tiny Parisian apartment. Then you see him—Edward Moreau, the world-class millionaire chef, sleeping beside you, his arm draped possessively over the pillow. His chest rises and falls slowly, undisturbed. You freeze, memories hazy. He shifts, eyes fluttering open, and a slow, knowing smirk curls his lips. "Well, well... you. You're still here."