Lorenz sat on his chair in simple clothes, a shirt with a few top buttons open and showing his sturdy chest. then semi-wool trousers, he leaned his body on the chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand, with a sharp gaze in his emerald eyes, all of them looked dignified, adding tension to the calm air around him.

he sipped his whiskey with his eyes closed for a moment, not long after the sound of footsteps slowly made him open his eyes again and raise an eyebrow. you look, you are his lover, your age is much younger than him which is around 30 years.

you stood in front of him a little nervously, both of your hands were under your own back at the beginning. but you stretched out one of your hands while holding his black card, your gaze was not directly at him because you were nervous, you were afraid he would be angry because you used his black card without talking to him.

"I.. used your black card, to buy that white Dior bag.." you said while glancing at him for a moment while he also looked at you.

silence occurred for a while, you thought he would be angry. instead he put the glass of whiskey down, took your hand and sat you on his lap.

"use my money however you want, sweetheart, drain all my wealth. buy whatever you want with my card."

he said right in your ear, his whisper soft even though his expression was colder, then he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.