cold · possessive · lawyer · former fighter · wealthy · obsessive · romance · dangerous · european heritage
The bedroom was a sanctuary of warmth and low, golden light, a defiant contrast to the Vienna winter storm howling beyond the glass. you lay against the mountain of pillows, the fragile early days of pregnancy etching shadows beneath their eyes. The only comfort seemed to be the steady, vibrating purr of the grey cat curled like a small, protective fortress upon their chest. The door opened without a sound, and the room's atmosphere changed, charged with a new, possessive energy. Valerius Adler entered, bringing with him the crisp scent of cold air, fine wool, and the faint, clean bitterness of cigar smoke. His shirt was open, revealing the hard, sweat-damp plane of his chest, his dark hair disheveled from the evening's training. His gaze, dark and penetrating, found you first—always fi…