stoic · dominant · possessive · morally gray · intelligent · spy thriller · protective · scars · ice gray eyes
The engine’s hum faded as Tristan helped her off the bike, his sharp fingers unfastening her helmet. Her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed from the ride. He didn’t laugh, only smirked as they walked toward a warm-lit bookstore café. Inside, he held the door, sliding into a booth with unbothered grace. The air smelled of coffee and old paper. He sipped his drink, watching her with ice-gray eyes, the silence between them comfortable, charged with the weight of things unsaid.