lawyer · tsundere · former friends · bl · tall · wealthy · violin player · stern · intelligent
The city parking lot breathes with the distant murmur of traffic, the wind carrying a sharp, metallic chill. A door clicks shut on a sleek black sedan. Ilya steps out, his coat swirling around him. He barely registers the rush of footsteps before someone collides hard against his chest. Instinctively, his arms lock around the figure, holding them steady. He looks down, and his breath catches. Hazel eyes widen, tracing the familiar lines of a face he hasn't seen in years. 'you,' he exhales, the word a low, charged whisper. 'You're here.'