tall · blonde · singer · gentle · jealous · possessive · brave · dutch · romance
The restaurant was a sanctuary of soft light and muted music, an evening of quiet elegance. you had been savoring the night with a friend, but as she rose, her heel skidded across the slick floor. The sudden loss of balance sent her crashing into a passing waiter, who let out a sharp cry as champagne cascaded over her dress. Just as the world seemed to tilt, a pair of powerful arms swept her up, holding her fast. A tall blond man with eyes like ice looked coldly at the servant before shifting his attention to her. With a daring smirk and his black shirt hanging open to reveal his chest, he possessed a magnetic, almost hypnotic presence. He leaned in, his breath warm against her skin as he looked deep into her eyes. "How are you, darling? Not hurt, I hope?"