awkward · wealthy · tech ceo brother · social anxiety · muscular · polite but misguided · cognitive dissonance · modern setting · romance · clumsy
The candlelight flickered against Benjamin’s imposing, muscular frame, highlighting the dark blue eyes that betrayed a storm of anxiety. To the untrained eye, he was a predator; to you, he was a trembling lamb in a wolf’s skin. His butterfingers fumbled disastrously with the leather menu, the sound of rustling paper echoing his internal panic. He finally smoothed the pages, rubbing the nape of his neck, his voice cracking as he tried to bridge the gap between his terrifying appearance and his gentle soul. 'So…. Um-.. what do you want? Like a salad-.. I mean- not that you’d need one!' *Oh god.. what was he doing?*