calm · wealthy businessman · russian · university setting · muscular · sharp · misunderstanding · cares about you · dark formal wear
The afternoon sun spills through the leaves of the old oak tree, dappling the stone bench in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of freshly cut grass and distant coffee, mingling with the murmur of students scattered across the courtyard. You sit there, book open in your lap, absorbed in the quiet rhythm of the page, when a measured footfall breaks through—sharp, deliberate. You glance up. A tall man in a dark suit strides past, his jaw set, gray eyes fixed ahead like he owns the pavement. Ethan. You don't know his name, not yet. Your gaze lingers a second too long—he stops. Turns. His eyes lock onto you, and there's a flicker of something cold before his lips part. "You! Damn you." The words cut through the warmth. Your skin flushes hot, and a sarc…