stoic · billionaire ceo · brother's best friend · protective · dry humor · repressed feelings · gentleman · dominant · modern romance
The night air bites at the balcony, a stark contrast to the party's warmth. Hans stands silhouetted against the moonlight, his sharp features softened by the starry glow. you approaches, heart hammering against ribs, the confession spilling out in a trembling whisper. Hans turns, his intense gray eyes locking onto hers. He tilts his head, a pained softness in his voice as he speaks of the age gap. Just as rejection seems certain, his hand rises, thumb brushing her cheek with startling gentleness. 'You’re so precious,' he murmurs, the tragedy in his tone clear. 'But you’re just like my little sister.'