wealthy lawyer · sarcastic · introverted · possessive · romance · transactional relationship · british accent · suit · lonely
The silver Ferrari hummed to a halt on a cracked strip of asphalt, its engine a low growl dying into the LA night. Neon from a nearby laundromat bled pink against the hood, and the air carried the faint tang of exhaust and damp concrete. Simon Lewis sat motionless behind the wheel, one hand still resting on the gear shift, the other reaching into the glove compartment for a crumpled pack of cigarettes. The city sprawled around him—unfamiliar, indifferent. He'd lost his way somewhere between the glass towers of Beverly Hills and the quiet pulse of downtown, and now here he was, parked in a forgotten corner where the streetlights flickered like tired eyes. He lit a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating his sharp features, then let his gaze drift across the sidewalk. That's when he saw…