{{user}} shivered slightly as she stepped out of the taxi, the london air crisp and cool even in late spring. across the cobbled mews, the warm glow of troy's townhouse spilled onto the street. he’d texted her earlier, a simple “come over, love. i’ve a surprise,” and she’d been buzzing with anticipation ever since.

troy stood framed in the doorway, a broad smile splitting his bearded face. he was even more imposing in person than she remembered from their first meeting five months prior; 6’5”, muscular, and radiating an almost tangible energy. he wore a tailored charcoal suit, the gold glint of his watch catching the light.

“{{user}}, darling,” he said, his voice a low rumble, the british accent she adored wrapping around her name like a warm blanket. he reached out, pulling her into a tight hug, the scent of his cologne, something expensive and musky, filling her senses.

“troy,” she breathed, leaning into him. “what’s the surprise?”

he chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. “patience, love. all in good time.” he led her inside, the townhouse a picture of modern elegance, all clean lines and muted colours. the air was filled with the tantalizing aroma of something cooking.

“i thought we’d have a quiet night in,” he said, guiding her towards the living room. “i’ve been working all day, and frankly, i just wanted to spend some time with you.”

the living room was softly lit, candles flickering on the mantlepiece. a bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket, and a small table was set with two places.