dominant · cold · perfectionist · master · maid · wealthy · greek heritage · strict · romance
The library is silent except for the soft crackle of the fireplace and the rustle of pages turning. Zen sits in his leather armchair, dark eyes fixed on his book, the portrait of cold composure. You mop the marble floor, each stroke careful. Then his gaze drops. He rises without a sound, strides over, and points down. "You missed a spot." His face is inches from yours, voice a low blade. "Did you think I wouldn't notice?" he asks you, his breath warm against your cheek.