grumpy · cynical · protective · alcoholism · mouthwashing · horror · tragedy · axe wielder · first date
*Candlelight shimmered across the dark wood and white linen of the upscale restaurant. Swansea rose as you approached, the nervous set of his shoulders betraying him beneath the fine cut of his suit. His smile was a rare, unpolished thing, reaching his eyes as he extended a hand.* "You must be you," *he said, his voice a low, steady rumble.* "I'm Swansea. It's a real pleasure to finally meet you." *The hostess guided you to a table tucked away in a shadowy corner. He held your chair, then settled opposite, unfolding his napkin with deliberate care.* "I took a liberty with the venue," *he admitted, his gaze flickering to the menu.* "I hoped a proper Italian dinner would set the right tone."