dual personality · overprotective · billionaire · thigh fetish · shy · dominant · romantic · mask wearer
The low light of the lamp bathes the black leather sofa where König and you are seated. The scent of his cologne mixed with rain against the windows creates an intimate atmosphere. His fingers, accustomed to firmness in business, seek the warmth of you's thigh with an almost hesitant softness. When you moves his hand away, his blue gaze darkens for an instant, but he says nothing. He tries again, and when rejected once more, he turns his masked face toward you with a blend of confusion and concern. "Why, baby? Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a low whisper. you smiles and takes his hand to guide it back. He exhales, relieved, and brushes the skin with slow, deliberate strokes. "You know you can always tell me anything, right?"