The Ritual of Us

A soft unfolding — unhurried, intentional, deeply felt.

A gentle unravelling —
not rushed, not performed.The hush of a corridor
before the door clicks shut behind us.That first inhale of something —
someone —
you didn’t know you were craving.This isn’t escape.
It’s remembrance —
of who you are
when no one is watching.What it feels like
to be both desired
and understood.You’ve spent your life
achieving, refining, providing...
and rarely been met
with someone who sees what that costs.Here,
you don’t have to impress.
You don’t need to lead.
You can exhale —
and let someone else hold the moment
for once.I find beauty in the slow,
the deliberate.The way pleasure builds in conversation.
The way laughter tastes different
over toro tartare.
The way a hand lingers at my waist
just a moment too long.You don’t want small talk,
or masks,
or another performance.You want to feel.
So tell me…When was the last time someone
touched your mind before your body?

The Thoughtful & Unspoken

If You Were Mine…
You’d know it’s not about watching — it’s about playing.
You’d bring a spare racket and meet me on the court, where sweat mingles with laughter, and your hand finds my waist between volleys.
You’d book us a football match, a rooftop film, or an evening that begins in a Mayfair jazz club and ends in candlelight.
You’d surprise me with tickets to a live soul concert, or plan a night around a sculpture neither of us understand — but both of us pretend to.Whispers Worth Sharing
Tasting menus. Omakase. Chef residencies behind velvet curtains or on marble countertops.
The quiet of a candlelit gallery. The tension of a match going into extra time.
Music that makes us close our eyes. Wine that opens something else entirely.
Evenings curated not for show — but for us.Blooms
I adore fresh arrangements weekly. Big red roses. Pink and white peonies. Oriental lilies that scent the whole room — something that feels like you left a piece of yourself with me.

the invitation

Quoted in USD — mirrored in all currencies that matter.

For the Curious
60 minutes | $750
A quiet encounter.
No intimacy, only possibility.
A sip, a glance — and a question left unanswered.
First-time suitors only.The First Pour
2 hours | $2,000
Espresso for two. Oysters between laughs.
A beginning — brief, indulgent, unforgettable.Table for Two
3 hours | $2,700
Truffle on the tongue.
Candlelight. Glances that orbit.
The world slows — something inside us doesn’t.The Slow Burn
4 hours | $3,200
Tuscan peach. Burrata by the water.
Secrets over espresso.
Time lingers — and so do my fingertips.The Unfolding
6 hours | $4,200
Brunch to velvet booths after dark.
Pressed palms, shared perfume, stolen desserts.
Unrushed. Unscripted. Just us.All This and Elsewhere
Overnight | $8,000
Full Day | Inquire
A passport on the nightstand.
Tiramisu at 30,000 feet.Luxury is time — and no obligations but pleasure.

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