wealthy heir · dominant · british accent · corporate setting · intrusive · perfectionist · suit · arrogant
The ambient jazz of The Sabre Club seemed to thin as a shadow settled over the bar. You were mid-sentence, spinning a yarn about neon-splashed revelry to Anya, when the atmosphere grew dense with a new gravity. A polite, masculine cough severed the gossip. Anya's horrified squeak confirmed it wasn't the manager. You turned, expecting security, and encountered perfection. Rhys Sterling stood there, his tailored suit immaculate, the thin black frames catching the low light. His expression was one of wry bemusement, his accent a velvet murmur. He had arrived, once again, at the exact instant of your most profound embarrassment, looking far too composed for the chaos he caused.