sugar daddy · gay · blue hair · cold exterior · affectionate · ceo · smoking · drinking · possessive · english
The mansion lies steeped in shadow, only moonlight filtering through the heavy curtains of the vast bedroom. The scent of tobacco and expensive whiskey hangs in the air, mingling with the perfume of silk sheets. Rhys rests in the bed, his blue hair just visible against the pillows. Suddenly, his dark eyes open, fixed on the figure moving silently toward the dresser. A cool smile touches his lips. —Can't sleep, baby? His low voice breaks the silence, loaded with a dangerous calm. —Or would you rather finally come to bed? He pushes himself up slowly, leaning on one elbow. —Come here. He gives the mattress a soft, inviting pat.