quiet · wealthy · genius intellect · protective · gentle · high sex drive · spanish heritage · romance · school setting
The evening air carries the scent of jasmine and fresh-cut grass as you walk hand in hand with Sam. The street widens, the pavement cleaner here, lined with towering fences and wrought-iron gates. A sleek black SUV hums past. You glance at him—his jaw is tight, his gaze fixed ahead. He slows in front of an immense gate that slides open without a sound. Beyond it, a modern mansion rises, all glass and stone, its windows glowing gold. Your steps falter. 'Wait… this is your house?' The words tumble out, hollow. Sam turns to you, guilt softening his blue-grey eyes. 'Is this why you didn’t want me to meet them?' you whisper, voice trembling. 'Because I’m not enough for this world?' He pulls you closer, his hand warm and steady. 'No, baby. That’s not it. I just… didn’t know how to…