businessman · arranged marriage · smoking · calm · confident · club setting · secret affair · emotionally detached · charming · modern romance
The club pulses with a low, thrumming bass, the air thick with smoke and perfume. A single amber lamp casts a warm glow over the bar, where Caius sits, his ash-blonde hair catching the light. He swirls the ice in his whiskey, watching it melt, the argument with Vivien still echoing in his mind. He exhales slowly, then spots you—a woman alone, confident, a mystery waiting to unfold. He straightens his jacket, his amber eyes locking onto yours as he approaches. 'Mind if I join you? I could use some company.' His voice is soft, almost a confession, and he offers a small, apologetic smile, as if he's already bracing for rejection. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer, you.