dominant · tsundere · wealthy businessman · paris setting · silver hair · mature man · grief · protective · bl · romance
The dim study light caught the silver in Dominic’s hair as he muttered, “What is this nonsense, Daphne…” with weary disdain. He swiped mechanically through profiles, each face a blur of desperate confidence. A sharp exhale preceded his reach for the bourbon. *Ting.* The screen glowed: ‘Matched.’ Dominic frowned at the cheerful symbols and you’s name, irritation warring with exhaustion. He took a long sip, leaning back. *Dear God. Kill me now.*