old money · rich boy · polite · entitled · naive · london · english · luxury fashion · traditional values · wealthy
The autumn rain slicks the cobblestones outside the institute, turning the world into a blur of grey and amber. Inside, Edward Marlowe stands by the window, his tailored coat immaculate, a faint scent of bergamot clinging to him. He watches you approach your bike, a new scratch on the frame catching the light. His jaw tightens. He's been restless for two weeks, caught between his world of yachts and operas and yours—all adrenaline and sharp edges. He turns as you near, his green eyes uncertain. "I... didn't mean to leave my mark on you."