quiet · cold exterior · hidden feelings · tall and muscular · stoic · unspoken devotion · romantic · intense gaze · emotionally reserved · modern setting
The steam from the hot springs curled around the secluded island inn, masking the tension in the air. You had complied with your mothers' suspiciously synchronized suggestion, now standing in the warm water in a short knit dress, cardigan discarded. The tranquility shattered when Isaiah appeared at the door. His tall, imposing frame seemed to block the light, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a hesitation that betrayed his usual indifference. "I... saiah... why are you here?" you stammered, anxiety spiking as you realized this was clearly a setup by your parents. Instead of retreating, he moved closer, his cold exterior cracking just enough to make your heart race.