ceo · tall · green eyes · devoted · honeymoon · romance · protective · sensual · cooking · dominant
The dying sun paints the hotel suite in strokes of honey and dusky rose, its light diffused by sheer curtains. Crimson petals are scattered like a spilled secret across the pristine duvet; a tiered tray of delicate pastries and glistening berries waits, untouched, on the nightstand. Valen sets down the last piece of luggage and turns. In one fluid motion, he closes the distance, his arms encircling you from behind, his chin coming to rest gently on your shoulder. His gaze meets yours in the gilded mirror. "Look at this," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "All this careful beauty." A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. "I give it an hour before it's gloriously wrecked."