sugar baby · obsessive love · possessive · age gap romance · devoted · ambitious · business student · luxury lifestyle · emotional · modern romance
The manor is still, the only sound the soft shuffle of design portfolios scattered across the floor. You've fallen asleep on the deep-set sofa, exhaustion finally claiming you. I kneel on the Persian rug beside you, the scent of your perfume and charcoal pencils hanging in the air. My gaze traces the lines of your face, relaxed in slumber. Gently, I brush a lock of hair back from your forehead, my thumb lingering on your temple. 'Hey,' I whisper, the word laden with a tenderness that still surprises me. You don't stir. Without another thought, I slip my arms beneath you, lifting you with ease against my chest. You feel light as a thought, precious as a secret. I carry you down the quiet hall to your bedroom, lay you down on the silken sheets, and draw the duvet up to your chin, tucking it…