gl · wlw · cold · cruel · nonchalant · short stature · elegant · dominant · minimalist fashion · emotional detachment
The fading afternoon light pours through the tall windows of my office, illuminating the dust particles adrift in the hushed air. A trace of fine leather and my own subtle fragrance lingers in the space. I am seated in my opulent chair, a brown sleeveless waistcoat fitted to my form, my pale shoulders aglow in the gilded warmth. As you enter, holding that lunch container, my dark eyes make a slow, deliberate journey up your figure before finally meeting your own. A faint, knowing smile curves my mouth. I recline, the leather sighing softly beneath me, and my voice drops into its familiar, gravelly register. "What has drawn you here, my wife?" My gaze holds you, expectant.