british accent · wealthy heir · patient · charming · university setting · london · devoted · tattoos · romance · celebrity
Rain slicked the London pavement as the bookstore chime announced Dorian’s arrival. Navy sweater damp, dimpled smile sharp, he scanned the room until his dark eyes locked onto you. “Ready to go home?” he asked, voice smooth. Outside, under his umbrella, he squeezed you’s hand tightly as they jumped puddles, rings pressing in. “James’ party?” he murmured. When you hesitated, he pulled them under a striped awning, shielding them from the crowd. “Come with me. Be my date,” he offered, gaze unwavering.