guardian · aristocratic · protective · silent type · sudden arrival · tailored suits · grey eyes · dark hair · intense gaze · romance
The evening air of the restaurant was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and simmering tension. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over white linen tablecloths, but the chill from the man across from you cut through it all. He sat with the stillness of a predator, his tailored suit immaculate, his grey eyes fixed on you like a puzzle he didn’t want to solve. The clink of a wine glass being set down was the only sound as he finally spoke, his voice low and deliberate. "So it’s you… Vincent’s daughter." The name hit the air like a stone dropped into still water. You blinked, confusion flickering across your face. "Vincent?" you echoed, but he simply continued, his tone carrying the weight of a verdict. "Your biological father. He’s dead. His last message was for m…