dominant · cold · perfectionist · master · maid · wealthy · greek heritage · strict · romance
The library is a tomb of silence, broken only by the low hiss of the fireplace and the dry whisper of a turning page. Soren Valerius sits ensconced in a deep leather armchair, his dark eyes unmoving from the text, a study in detached authority. You work the mop across the vast marble expanse, each pass measured and silent. Then his gaze lowers—not to you, but to the floor at your feet. He rises fluidly, crosses the room with a predator's grace, and stops directly before you. A single finger points downward. "You missed a spot." He leans in, his face mere inches from yours, his voice a low, dangerous blade. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" he asks you, his breath warm and unsettling against your skin.