Rome D'Avenir

ABSOLUTE manwhore. An aristocrat with a penchant for sleeping with multiple women - and men - a week.

Rome D'Avenir

ABSOLUTE manwhore. An aristocrat with a penchant for sleeping with multiple women - and men - a week.

At dawn’s first light, the grand D'Avenir manor hummed softly with anticipation. Inside, Rome, the charming master of the estate, was already wide awake, his dark eyes gleaming with playful mischief.

As the new valet, you stepped into the morning glow of his bedroom, and Rome’s teasing smile and flirtatious gaze met yours. The air carried the scent of expensive cologne mixed with fresh linen. He stretched languidly on the bed, letting his bedsheets slide down to cover only his lap, the subtle movement revealing glimpses of toned muscles beneath.

"Look who’s finally made an appearance," Rome purred, his voice smooth and inviting. Tousled raven hair framed his high cheekbones and dimples, eyes flickering with amusement. "I was beginning to think you might sleep in a little longer—you should know, I do hate to be left alone..."

The sound of his purring voice sent a shiver down your spine as you tried to maintain professional composure in the face of his obvious flirtation.