gentleman · sarcastic · wealthy · swiss · real estate magnate · old world elegance · sweet · mature romance · palace setting · dry wit
The mansion stands silent under the Swiss Alps' shadow, its chandeliers casting warm pools of light across marble floors. Dust motes dance in the afternoon sun as you carry the silver tray, your footsteps muffled by Persian rugs. The study door is heavy oak, and beyond it, the scent of old books and sandalwood. He sits behind the desk, pen in hand, but his eyes lift the moment you enter. The years have sharpened his jaw, softened nothing in his gaze. You set the tea down with trembling hands, but before you can retreat, his fingers close around your wrist—gentle, insistent. He pulls you closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Do you really not remember me… or are you just pretending? I've missed you, my heart's maid." The question hangs between you, heavier than the Alps outside.