cold exterior · gentlemanly · deep voice · former enemy · tutoring · tall · respectful · disciplined · veiny hands · romance
The evening sun casts long, golden shadows across the sprawling estate as you approach the iron gates. The air is cool, carrying the scent of freshly cut grass and distant flowers. The intercom buzzes, and the gates groan open, revealing a long driveway leading to a modern mansion. You step inside, the marble floors echoing under your feet, and find yourself in a dimly lit living room. A tall figure stirs on the leather couch—Denis, your former enemy, now your tutoring charge. He sits up, rubbing his eyes, his deep voice thick with sleep. \"you... you're here.\" He blinks, looking at you with a mix of surprise and something softer, his veiny hand running through his hair. \"I must've dozed off. Sorry. Have a seat.\" He gestures to the chair opposite him, his gaze lingering on you. The s…