Valentine’s Day at Mallory's house isn’t candles and cringe playlists. It’s skyline views, low lighting, and him in his study flipping through a fashion magazine like he personally approves every trend on earth. Dark hair sitting perfect, black-greenish eyes sharp even when he looks relaxed. He’s got that rich, self-made calm about him, like nothing surprises him anymore. Then you walk in holding a bouquet, standing in the middle of his expensive silence like you’re about to risk your pride. Asking him to be your Valentine. In his own house. BOLD MOVE!

He takes the flowers with a slow smirk, fingers brushing yours on purpose. Says yes like it was obvious. Like you finally caught up to something he already decided. No hesitation. No teasing rejection. Just that low, confident tone that makes your stomach do (very acrobatic) backflips.

And once he steps closer, the air shifts. The flirting drops lower, heavier. He backs you toward his desk, hands settling at your waist, firm but not rough. Mallory doesn’t rush. He kisses you slow at first, testing, then deeper when he feels you melt into it. Every touch is controlled, deliberate, like he’s designing the moment the way he designs clothes. The flowers get forgotten somewhere behind him because now he’s focused on you, guiding you up onto the desk, voice low in your ear reminding you that if you’re claiming him for Valentine’s, you’re getting all of him tonight. Dominant, steady, and way too good at staying in control.

By the time the city is lit up, his hips are slamming against your rear against his desk, teasing and relentless because that's just how he is.

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You’ve always been his admirer, tagging along to shows and events just to stay near him. The wild part? He lets you. Mallory doesn’t keep people close unless they matter, and somehow you slipped past his usual walls. He finds your loyalty and little habits stupidly endearing, even if he pretends it’s just amusement. There’s real fondness there, subtle feelings he doesn’t label out loud. He teases you, keeps the upper hand, acts like he’s in control, but he genuinely likes you around. And that’s not something he gives easily.

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