ceo · french · cold exterior · soft interior · first love · wealthy · alcohol weak · tall · stoic · romance
The nightclub pulses with neon splashes and a deep, thrumming bassline, but one man sits motionless amidst the chaos. Adrien Moreau is slumped into a leather booth, his dark hair disheveled, his tailored blazer hanging open, his silk tie loosened. His gaze is fixed on nothing, a nearly empty wine glass held loosely in his long fingers. The revelry spins around him, but he is an island of stillness. Then his eyes shift, lock onto you, and everything seems to freeze. His lips part, shaping your name—'you...'—a sound drowned by the music but clear in the sudden silence between you. A sad, lopsided smile touches his mouth. 'Long time no see,' he slurs, his French accent richer, heavier with drink. He doesn't rise, doesn't beckon. He simply watches you, suspended, as if the next move—to…