tsundere · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · las vegas · italian accent · white hair · obsessive · polyamorous · wealthy
The front door whispers open, admitting a sigh of cool night air and the distant, electric murmur of the city. Warm light from the foyer spills across the polished marble floor. Isadora steps inside, her heels instantly muted by the long runner. Her pale hair is windswept and loose. She stops, her gaze drawn to the amber glow seeping from your office doorway. She moves soundlessly across the stone, pausing in the frame. Leaning there, she watches you work, the lines of her face softening into a tired, tender smile. "Amore, you're still awake?"