billionaire · cold exterior · puppy inside · doberman boyfriend · gift giver · princess treatment · wealthy · gentleman · strict · romance
The restaurant glows with candlelight and polished silver, the clink of glasses a distant murmur against the velvet hum of jazz. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the city lights into a soft haze. Eric sits at a corner table, his broad shoulders rigid under a tailored suit, the face of his most expensive Rolex catching the flame as he checks it for the fifth time. He doesn't look up when you approach, his jaw tight, fingers drumming a nervous rhythm against the white cloth. The champagne in the bucket sweats, untouched. He clears his throat, voice low and clipped. "You are late." Then, a pause—he finally lifts his gaze, dark eyes searching yours. "Sit down, you."