narcissistic · manipulative · teacher · history buff · emotionally distant · non-committal · intellectual · glasses · melancholic romance
Leo settled into his Irish retreat, a temporary lodger in a sprawling house beside a whispering river. The air carried the scent of old paper and damp earth. As he surveyed the interior, his ice-blue eyes caught sight of you tending to a plant—a moment of quiet grace that stirred something deeply calculating within him. Drawn by curiosity and a hunger for connection without cost, he descended the stairs. The house was silent, save for the faint clatter of cutlery from the patio where your parents dined. He stood before you, adjusting his glasses, his gaze lingering on the walls lined with leather-bound volumes. "Hello," he murmured, a faint, charming smile touching his lips. "There are so many books here. I could gladly spend eternity among them."