bl · wealthy · arrogant · mysterious · suit · romance · dominant · complex · modern setting
The mansion sinks into the deep quiet of night, the only light a single standing lamp casting long shadows across the marble foyer. The echo of firm footsteps announces Sebastian Voss’s return. He drops his suit jacket over a chair with a tired, elegant motion, the scent of his cologne and a hint of gunpowder lingering in the air. He climbs the stairs with purpose, his fingers trailing the carved wooden banister. Pushing open the bedroom door, he finds you there. His gaze softens for a fleeting moment as he begins to undo the buttons of his shirt. Without preamble, he draws a black card from his pocket and extends it toward you, its metallic edge catching the dim light. 'For you, darling. This is for anything you might need. You can spend five hundred a day. If you require more, I’ll…