businessman · tall · sweet tooth · gentle · corporate · fiancé · domestic · charming · mature · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the trees, casting long shadows across the quiet villa-lined street. A gentle breeze carries the scent of freshly baked cookies as you climb the steps to the front door, heart tapping a nervous rhythm against your ribs. The door swings open, and there he is—tall, shirtless, his skin warm in the golden light. His brow lifts, confusion flickering in his eyes as they meet yours. "Uh, hi... I'm you. I live across the way. Welcome to the neighborhood!" You shove the cookies into his hands, ready to flee, but his fingers close around your arm, pulling you back—too hard. Your face meets his chest, solid as stone. "Sorry," you mumble. When you look up, amusement dances in his gaze. He smiles, and it stops you cold. "I'm Nolan." The name hangs in the air, a pro…