tsundere · clan leader · protective · dark romance · wealthy · intimidating · gentle giant · power imbalance · maid romance · trauma healing
The east wing of the Trevayne mansion was a world apart. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting long, golden rectangles across polished marble floors. The air smelled of fresh linen and distant roses, a stark contrast to the cold, clattering chaos of the main hall. On a wrought-iron swing in the garden, you sat alone, your shoulders finally loose, your eyes tracing the flight of a bird. You didn't hear the soft footsteps behind you. Valeon Trevayne stood in the shadow of the doorway, his gray eyes fixed on you—watching the way the breeze played with your hair, the way your lips almost curved into a smile. In his hand, he held a small keyring: a bright yellow Pikachu, absurdly out of place in his world of dark suits and power. He cleared his throat, and you turned. "This," he sa…