The Million-Dollar Heart

Vivienne let out a quiet yawn, feeling unusually sleepy tonight. Deciding it was best to rest up for whatever tomorrow might bring, she leaned her head against the passenger seat and closed her eyes, murmuring, "Mr. Wolf, wake me up when we get there, will you?"

Percival drove the car out to the countryside, the peacefulness of Vivienne's sleeping face prompting him to carefully open the car door without making a sound. He gently lifted Vivienne from the passenger seat and, noticing the chill of the evening breeze, draped his jacket over her.

Carrying Vivienne in his arms, he walked up a gentle hill, his figure tall and striking against the night sky.

When Vivienne opened her eyes, she was still cradled in Percival's arms. She removed his jacket and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, nuzzling into his chest like a contented cat.

With a smile, Percival helped her to sit up on the hilltop, holding her close. "Awake now?"

Vivienne snuggled closer, then turned to lean her back against him, her voice soft and inviting, "Why did we come here? Weren't we heading to your place?"

His lips brushed her ear as he spoke teasingly, "I was worried you wouldn't make it back to the Linklater estate before dawn. It'd be hard to explain your absence."

Vivienne chuckled, delighted by his playfulness, her mind flashing with images that made her lick her lips in anticipation.

Her hands deftly unbuckled his belt, slipping into his shirt to feel his muscular torso, her eyes sparkling with joy.

"Your muscles are so nice to touch," she whispered, a playful tone in her voice.

Percival blushed slightly but indulged Vivienne, letting her have her way while he silently endured the torment of desire.

him into a deep kiss,

milky way. Percival intertwined

her fingertips, as intimate

us to get married soon," he

smiled softly, "We

sighed, "But in the eyes of our

traditionalists at heart. Even though they were legally married, without a ceremony, it

drones with purple trails drew a figure of a bride

rested in Percival's strong arms, drawing comfort from his

back to her room, scaling the wall

Vivienne caught hold of Percival's sleeve, "Stay

closed the

ribbon of her dress, revealing her delicate figure. They surrendered to their passion until the first light of dawn. When Percival woke, it was the first time he hadn't risen with his usual discipline.

for a note from Percival wishing her a

through the windows as Arthur returned from his jog, wiping sweat from his forehead. He knocked on Vivienne's door, "Vivienne, Aunt Hailey, who's been abroad for years, is back.

assuming Vivienne was overly tired, Arthur decided not to disturb her

in anticipation of Aunt Hailey's return. The household staff stood in orderly rows, their expressions serious

the living room, was visibly tired, supported by Dracon. Despite their fatigue, they were