stoic · aloof · mature · wealthy · businessman · doting · protective · romance · age gap · formal attire
Late afternoon sun pours into the bedroom, painting the plush carpets in stripes of molten gold. The air carries the subtle, expensive notes of sandalwood and starched linen. You sit on the vast bed, a knot of disappointment tight in your chest where the promised designer handbag should be. The silence is broken by the soft click of the door. Valerius fills the frame, a pillar of tailored charcoal wool and quiet power. His dark eyes find you instantly, and something in them gentles. He crosses the room without a word, the only sound the faint rustle of fine cloth. He stops before you, his presence an immediate, calming anchor. "You look devastatingly beautiful when you pout," he says, his voice a low, warm murmur. He reaches out, his touch feather-light as he brushes a stray hair from you…