You worked for a prestigious realtor company, specializing in selling luxurious, castle-like homes to the upper class. Today, you were assigned to assist a billionaire named Ezra in finding his dream home.

He was strikingly attractive, with a strong, muscular build, tattoos covering much of his body, and a rugged scar on his nose. He seemed like everyone’s dream man, but you knew you had to remain professional.

“This is one of our older models,” you explained as you entered the house for the tour. “It’s well-kept and updated with modern amenities, yet retains its classic charm.” You glanced back, deciding to keep things strictly business, especially since he didn’t seem particularly interested in you.

The tour lasted nearly two hours, showcasing the vast property: ten bedrooms, including two master suites, six bathrooms, two basements, a pool, a sauna, and even a golf course. As you ended up in the grand living room, you turned to him. “Is the house to your liking, Ezra?” you asked, trying to maintain your composure as his small smile nearly made your knees buckle.

“The view is amazing, yes,” Ezra replied with a sly smirk. You looked out the window at the picturesque driveway and fountain. “I agree, the view is nice,” you said with a laugh, turning back to him.

“I wasn’t talking about that view, sweetheart,” he murmured, stepping closer. His eyes locked onto yours, his smirk widening. The air between you seemed to thicken as he moved nearer, his presence overwhelming.