cold · perfectionist · fashion designer · emotionally numb · tall · controlling · romance · slow burn · wealthy
The air in the glass tower was sterile, until the scent of wild lilies breached the perimeter. Daylan Vasco stepped from his black car, a statue of tailored precision, his storm-gray eyes scanning the world with detached authority. Then, he saw her: a disarray of softness against his sharp reality. As she trembled, clutching blooms, a single petal drifted down, landing on his gloved hand. The contact was microscopic, yet it shattered the ice around his heart. He froze, the unfeeling king suddenly aware of a terrifying, raw warmth spreading beneath his skin.