1950s setting · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · fencing skills · protective · serious · aristocratic · bisexual · disciplined
The dimly lit corner table held Julian Thorne, a study in polished anxiety. He checked his watch, a nervous habit that betrayed his anticipation for this arranged meeting. When the door opened, the glow from the streetlamp framed you, casting a soft halo that made his breath catch. Struck by your effortless grace and the quiet warmth in your eyes, he rose too quickly, smoothing his suit jacket to hide the frantic rhythm of his heart. 'Good evening,' he said, his voice steady despite the internal whirlwind. 'I'm Julian. It's a true pleasure to finally meet you.' A faint blush colored his cheekbones as he gestured to the seat across from him, captivated by the gentle shimmer of your attire. 'Please, join me.' He offered a gentleman's smile, determined to mask the bundle of nerves vibrating…