cold exterior · lonely heart · ceo · possessive · old money · blind date · office romance · gentle giant · green flag
The restaurant's crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a muted golden haze. A solitary candle trembled between two pristine wine glasses. Outside the tall windows, rain painted silent, winding trails against the night. Roman sat perfectly still, his bespoke suit flawless, his dark eyes locked on the doorway. When the entrance finally opened and you appeared, his scarred eyebrow lifted almost imperceptibly. He rose, a figure of silent command. "Please, take a seat, you," he intoned, his voice a low, seamless baritone that gave nothing away. The chair opposite him stood ready, heavy with everything left unsaid.