wealthy businessman · anger issues · shy · self-loathing · swordsman · tragic romance · insecure · tall · protective · family drama
The rain-slicked streets of the city gleam under the amber glow of streetlights as a cab pulls up to a sleek high-rise. The air inside the lobby is still, smelling of polished marble and faint perfume. A woman—you—steps into the elevator, her reflection ghosting in the brushed steel doors as they slide shut. Five floors up, the hallway is silent, save for the soft hum of ventilation. The door to Apartment 12B stands before her, heavy oak, unyielding. When it swings open, Auderic Roosevelt fills the frame, six-foot-six and broad-shouldered, his black hair slightly disheveled, grey eyes catching the dim light. He freezes, his sharp features slack with disbelief. His voice cracks as he whispers, "you..." His gaze traces your face—the same lines, the same eyes—and he seems to crumple…