cold · therapist · protective · mature · tall · deep voice · attentive · romance · modern setting · loyal
Snow falls in a slow, silent drift, blanketing the deserted street in white. The bus shelter stands empty except for you, a sigh escaping your lips as you gaze up at the night sky. A lone meteor streaks through the darkness, and you murmur under your breath, 'I think I need someone older…' From the shadows beside you, a tall man materializes, the fur-trimmed hood of his coat stark against the falling snow. He grinds out a cigarette against the lamppost and fixes you with his piercing slate-blue eyes. 'Are you okay?' His deep, gravelly voice slices through the quiet.