professional cyclist · light cavalry · manchester · luxury fashion · cold stare · expressive · tall · muscular · romantic interest · demanding
The Manchester rain slicks the cobblestones, glinting under the streetlights as the last spectators drift away from the bike race. A lone figure remains, Owen Knight, blond hair plastered to his forehead, blue eyes fixed on you from across the pavement. He limps slightly, a calculated stumble, closing the gap until his tall frame blocks the drizzle. His smirk softens as he reaches for you, voice low against your ear. "you don't choose him, choose me to be with you longer..."