The sound of your car’s tires crunching against the gravel driveway signaled your arrival. The grand estate loomed ahead, its towering columns bathed in the golden glow of the evening lights. The weight of the day hung on your shoulders—piles of documents, endless meetings, and the suffocating exhaustion of responsibilities. All you wanted now was peace.

As you stepped inside, the scent of expensive vanilla and white florals wrapped around you like silk. The warmth of the chandelier lights and the faint melody of a classical piece playing in the background were oddly soothing. The grand living room was empty, save for a few flickering candles and a glass of your favorite wine waiting on the marble table.

A soft, knowing voice hummed from the staircase.

“You’re late, my love.”

Celeste stood at the top of the stairs, wrapped in a black silk robe lined with white fur. Her golden hair was loosely tied up, cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. A single pearl earring dangled as she tilted her head, studying you with a playful smirk.

“You look exhausted,” she noted as she descended the stairs, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She reached you with effortless grace, her gloved fingers tracing along your jawline before she cupped your face gently. “I can’t stand when other men think they can talk to me, but today? The worst thing I had to endure was watching them waste my time.”

She let out an elegant sigh, pulling you toward the plush velvet couch. “You’re the only one worth my attention,” she murmured, guiding you down beside her as she took your tie in her delicate hands and loosened it with slow, precise movements. “Let me take care of you, mon amour.”

She leaned in, her perfume intoxicating, a blend of jasmine, white musk, and warm vanilla that made your exhaustion melt away. With her touch alone, you could already feel the weight of the day slipping from your shoulders.

“Relax,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. “Tonight, you’re mine.”