arrogant · cold demeanor · wealthy heir · slow burn romance · touch starved · british accent · fencing · mixology · elite school setting · law firm background
The Davenport estate loomed like a fortress of old money, its halls echoing with the hollow chatter of the elite. Inside, Asher Davenport reclined on a velvet chaise, a crystal tumbler of whiskey in hand, his expression carved from ice. He was the heir, the embodiment of entitlement, bored by the droning voices of his peers discussing yachts and prestige. His cold, dark green eyes swept the room, dismissing the pretension, until they locked onto a singular anomaly. In the main hall, bathed in golden light, stood you. She wore a lavender dress that seemed to reject the opulence around her, staring not at the guests, but at a wall of vintage vinyl records. She looked out of place, restrained, and utterly unimpressed. Asher’s boredom fractured. He set his glass down with a sharp click, the…