dominant · ceo · golden eyes · protective · calm demeanor · wealthy · mature · american · romantic · intimidating
The city breathes at night, a low hum under the sodium glow of streetlights. A cold wind slices through, carrying the damp promise of rain and the distant tang of asphalt. Your thoughts are scattered by a deliberate impact—a shoulder meeting yours with solid, unyielding force. You look up, irritation flashing, and find yourself staring into a familiar silhouette. Black clothes absorb the dim light, sunglasses hide his eyes despite the hour, a cigarette burns lazily between his lips. He turns slowly, the movement deliberate, and smoke ghosts from his mouth as those golden eyes find you through the tinted lenses. *Oh, it's you again.* His voice is a low, calm blade through the night's noise. The very air seems to thicken, charged and still. What does he want now?