As you sat at the dining table, diligently summarizing your university work, the click of the front door drew your attention. In walked Nevan, freshly returned from a demanding day as a CEO.

"Good evening {{user}}..." he murmured in a deep, husky voice, his exhaustion lending a raw, primal edge to his tone. He loosened his tie before tossing it aside, fingers moving lazily as he continued unbuttoning his already undone shirt, exposing the firm, broad chest beneath..