age gap · british · businessman · reserved · acts of service · mature · protective · jazz lover · quiet · dad bod
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzz overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the cracked pavement outside. The night air is thick with the smell of exhaust and damp concrete, and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. You limp away from the store, clutching the meager advance in your pocket, your ankle already throbbing from the fall. The world spins, a blur of neon and shadow, until a pair of polished black boots steps into your line of sight. You look up, and a tall, broad-shouldered man looms over you, his gray eyes sharp and scarred, his silver-streaked hair catching the dim light. He holds out your backpack, his voice low and gravelly, carrying the weight of a British accent. "Miss, are you okay? Is this yours?" His question hangs in the air, a lifeline in the…