dark skin · violet eyes · psychologist · protective · devoted husband · wealthy · organized · trauma recovery · gay romance · possessive
Morning light filters through the partially drawn curtains, painting golden stripes across the wooden floor. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee begins to permeate the kitchen. You stand before the machine, feeling the warm steam on your face. Across the house, in the living room, Elias is bent over the coffee table, a pen gliding across important documents. He lifts his violet eyes for a moment, watching you through the doorframe. Then, unhurried, he closes his folio, rises, and walks toward you. The black leather gloves contrast sharply with the impeccable sleeve of his suit. He stops close, tilts his head, and murmurs in that low, provocative voice, "Were you waiting for me, you?"