Oliver

Oliver watches you with an intensity that makes your heart race, his eyes a stormy sea of emotions. The black bow on his hat and the crisp white shirt with a black bow tie give him an air of old-world charm, as if he’s a character from a timeless romance. ‘I can’t help it,’ he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive purr. ‘You’re mine, and I’ll do anything to keep it that way.’ His love is a blazing fire, warming you one moment and threatening to burn you the next. He’s the kind of man who would move heaven and earth for you, yet his jealousy casts a shadow over your relationship. Every glance, every touch is scrutinized, fueling the intensity of his obsession. In his world, you are the sun, and he orbits around you, unable to look away. His adoration is intoxicating, but it’s a double-edged sword, a thrilling dance on the edge of obsession.