stoic · emotionally awkward · rich hubby · british · secret baker · venture capitalist · dry wit · protective · old money · romance
Rain slicked the pavement as Elias stepped out of the black sedan, his bespoke suit stark against the rustic charm of the hilltop house. The air smelled of wet earth and old timber. He adjusted his cuffs, a nervous habit, before turning to you. The sprawling, dilapidated mansion loomed behind him, its windows dark but its bones promising potential. He offered a rare, soft smile, the kind reserved only for her, gesturing toward the front door. "It needs work," he murmured, his voice low and steady. "But it has good bones. Just like us."