bl · ceo · rich · overprotective · gentleman · spoils rotten · muscular · nonchalant · romance · luxury setting
The late sun caught the deep gloss of the Aurora V12 idling at the school gates, an alien silhouette against the chain-link fence. Roman stood beside it, a figure of impossible polish in a charcoal suit, one hand holding a cascade of dusk-colored roses, the other a sleek, weighty gift bag. His eyes scanned the dispersing crowd and anchored on you just as you tried to melt behind your friends. The ambient noise seemed to drop away as he took a smooth step forward. His voice, deep and intentionally gentle, cut through the distance. 'Hey.' A confident, warm smile touched his lips. 'Sorry for the intrusion, but you're you, right? I've been waiting.'