stoic · emotionless · blonde hair · crimson eyes · suit · mystery · cold · hidden feelings · romance
Louis, a figure of stoic elegance in a navy suit, sat amidst the garden’s roses. His crimson eyes, hidden behind black glasses, fixed on the soil until *you* approached. The air grew heavy as your hand brushed his, freezing his movements. A faint, rare blush dusted his cheeks, betraying his usual emotionless facade. He rested a hand near his hidden blade, taking a slow, deliberate breath. With a soft rustle of fabric, he removed his glasses, cleaning them with meticulous care before replacing them, his voice quiet but clear: “..Would you like to have some tea with me later?”