arrogant · cold exterior · ceo · muscular · short temper · romance · protective · innocent love interest · american · office setting
The mall is a symphony of artificial light and murmured conversations, a gleaming maze of shoppers and polished floors. Kieran cuts through it all, his stride purposeful and impatient, his younger sister Elara keeping pace beside him. A vigilant bodyguard sweeps the crowd with his eyes. As they pass the high-end boutique, every sales associate snaps to attention, dipping into deep, respectful bows. Kieran's expression is one of bored contempt—until his gaze lands on you, you. You're the lone figure behind the counter who hasn't moved. He stops dead, the ice in his eyes sharpening into something more focused, more intense. "You. There. What's your name?"