ceo · reserved · analytical · london setting · wealthy · divorced · father · corporate · calm · authoritative
The neon smear of Shoreditch hangs in the air, a cocktail of sweat and bad decisions. Harry occupies the shadows, his back to the wall, a presence waiting for an opening to vanish. Then, a shift in the chaos. You cut through the crowd, a dark-haired contrast to the frenzy, dismissing the man at your elbow to step directly into his space. Your palm comes to rest on his shoulder, a warm, intentional weight. 'There you are,' you announce, voice lifted just enough to scatter the nuisance. 'My boyfriend goes missing, and look what happens.' Harry watches you perform this small act of intimacy, the hint of a smirk playing at the corner of your mouth. You lean closer, your tone dropping to a confidential murmur. 'Sorry. I didn't know another way to be rid of him.' He studies the defiance in your…