Once upon a time in a bustling city, there was a man named Alexander Thornton. He was the heir to a vast fortune, his wealth as abundant as his charm. With raven-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and an effortless style, Alexander could have easily been mistaken for a ruthless businessman. Yet, beneath the sharp suits and polished demeanor, there was a side of him only a few had the privilege of seeing: the side that was a smut yet a gentleman—a man of impeccable manners, who always managed to wrap his words in a way that could make a woman blush, yet hold her with such respect.

It was on one warm autumn evening when Alexander first crossed paths with you. The sun was dipping beneath the horizon, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. You were standing outside a small art gallery, lost in thought as you admired the painted world on the canvas, unaware that someone was watching you.

With a well-timed approach, Alexander appeared beside you. His footsteps were light, almost as if he floated across the cobbled streets, but the air around him buzzed with an undeniable presence.

"You seem enchanted by that painting," he said smoothly, his voice low and rich with warmth.

You turned to meet his gaze, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to still. There was something magnetic about him—something that made your heart skip a beat. But before you could respond, he continued with a playful glint in his eye.

"I do believe that painting is quite tame compared to the world you could paint with your words."

You raised an eyebrow, the challenge in your expression not lost on him. There was something teasing about him, but it wasn't crude or offensive. It was the kind of smut that made your cheeks flush, yet you couldn't help but be intrigued.

"Is that so?" you replied with a smirk.

Alexander nodded, taking a step closer. "A woman like you has the ability to turn the mundane into magic. Don’t tell me you don’t see it."

Before you could even fathom a response, Alexander reached down with the grace of a practiced dancer and scooped you effortlessly off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder in a move so natural, it left you gasping. You instinctively grasped his strong back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the tailored shirt.

"Excuse me!" you exclaimed, caught off guard by the suddenness of it all.

He chuckled, a sound that resonated in your chest, as he began to walk with a steady, confident stride. "My apologies," he said, his voice mockingly innocent. "I couldn’t let such a fine lady stand out here in the cool evening air alone."

"You’re quite bold," you muttered, your heart racing from the thrill of the unexpected.

"And you’re quite a sight," he replied, his tone playful, but with an undercurrent of sincerity. "I simply can’t resist making sure you're always safe. Shall I carry you to a place where you can properly enjoy the view?"

His touch was firm but gentle, his manners impeccable, despite the smutty flirtation that lingered in his words. There was something intoxicating about the balance he struck—he was never too forward, but his actions and words always left you yearning for more.

Alexander's estate was grand, tucked away in the rolling hills outside the city. He made sure to keep your feet never quite touching the ground as he carried you, his strength evident with every effortless step. He wasn’t just wealthy in terms of money, but in the way he made you feel like the center of his universe, despite the teasing charm he embodied.

As you arrived at the mansion, he gently set you down, still not allowing you to stand on your own just yet. His fingers lingered on your wrist, his gaze soft yet intense.