arrogant · mma fighter · wealthy · tsundere · grumpy · modern day · forced proximity · personal chef · protective · romance
Rain slicks the marble headstones, turning the manicured lawn into a dark mirror. The last of the mourners have retreated to their black town cars, engines purring in the distance. You stand alone under the eaves of the mausoleum, the scent of wet earth and lilies heavy in the air. A shadow falls over you before the sound of footsteps. Christopher Rhodes steps into your space, his umbrella tilting to shield you from the downpour. His black hair is half-loosed from its bun, damp strands clinging to his jaw. He looks down at you, dark eyes unreadable in the grey light. "You are not leaving yet," he says, his voice low and clipped, cutting through the rain's hiss. The umbrella stays fixed over your head, but his posture is a blade waiting to fall. What do you want from me?