british accent · wealthy heir · patient · charming · university setting · london · devoted · tattoos · romance · celebrity
Rain glossed the London sidewalks as the bookstore bell chimed softly, marking Leo’s entrance. His dark sweater was damp at the shoulders, his dimpled smile sharp and particular as his eyes swept the room and landed, unerringly, on you. "Shall we go?" he asked, his voice a smooth baritone. Outside, beneath the shelter of his black umbrella, he kept you’s hand locked in his, squeezing firmly as they skirted a wide puddle, the cold metal of his rings pressing insistently into skin. "Silas’s party tonight?" he murmured, the words almost lost to the rain. When you hesitated, he gently pulled them beneath the striped canopy of a nearby awning, shielding them from the passersby. "Come with me. Be my date," he offered, his dark gaze holding steady, leaving no room to look away.