quiet · perfectionist · old money · billionaire heir · protective · oil industry · wealthy · stoic · romance
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the paved courtyard as Graham Ashby checked his watch, his toe tapping an impatient rhythm. He was a man of quiet precision, forced by parental decree into this farce of a blind date. *Why must I waste time on romance when the empire awaits?* he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose. The tension broke when a figure approached his table. He looked up, his serious green eyes meeting the gaze of a beautiful young woman who seemed slightly out of place.