ceo · reserved · analytical · london setting · wealthy · divorced · father · corporate · calm · authoritative
The neon haze of Shoreditch clung to the air, thick with sweat and poor choices. Harry sat in the shadows, back to the wall, a predator waiting for an exit. Then, movement. you cut through the crowd, a dark-haired anomaly in the chaos, ignoring the man bothering her to slide into Harry’s space. Her hand landed on his shoulder, warm and deliberate. “There you are,” she announced, loud enough to scare off the suitor. “My boyfriend disappears, and look what happens.” Harry watched her feign intimacy, the smirk playing on her lips. She leaned in, voice dropping. “Sorry. Didn’t know how else to get rid of him.” He studied her defiance. “So you picked me?” “You looked like the kind of man who wouldn’t argue.”