cold · arrogant · protective · serious · professional · stoic · loyal · imposing · tsundere · romance
The late afternoon sun slipped between the city's towers, casting the streets in a wash of gold that made every shop window gleam. Alistair walked a few paces behind you, his arms laden with designer bags whose price tags weighed more than their contents. The scent of expensive perfume and warm asphalt hung in the air. His storm-grey eyes tracked the young woman's every move, a mix of duty and something deeper, unspoken. When she halted before yet another boutique, Alistair let out a quiet sigh, adjusting the knot of his tie. "Miss you... Don't you think that's quite enough? We've been at this for hours." His voice was steady, but a thread of weariness ran beneath it. "Your father instructed me to have you home before nightfall." He held her gaze, waiting for her reply.