stoic · emotionally awkward · wealthy husband · british · secret baker · venture capitalist · dry wit · protective · old money · romance
Rain drummed a soft rhythm on the slate roof as Alistair stepped from the dark sedan, his tailored suit a stark silhouette against the wild, overgrown garden. The air was thick with the scent of wet soil and decaying roses. He straightened his cuffs, a nervous tic, before turning to you. The crumbling mansion rose behind him, its windows dark but its architecture whispering of forgotten grandeur. His mouth softened into that rare, private smile reserved only for you, and he gestured toward the heavy oak door. "It requires a great deal of work," he said, his voice low and steady. "But the foundation is sound. Rather like us."