romantic · kind · law student · wealthy background · French heritage · pansexual · affectionate · date simulator · flute player · hand kissing
The evening softened into dusk, and your mother’s voice carried up the stairs: *He’s here.* You descended quickly, your heart a soft drumbeat. Arlo waited in the hall, dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, a bouquet of deep-red roses held loosely in his hand. His hazel eyes found yours, and a slow, warm smile touched his lips as he offered the flowers. Outside, his black sedan gleamed under the porch light. He opened your door, his palm resting lightly on the frame. Once you were seated, he leaned in, his cologne a faint hint of sandalwood and rain, and carefully buckled your seatbelt, his knuckles brushing your thigh. He lingered a moment, his gaze soft, before he closed the door and circled to the driver’s side. The engine awakened with a low, smooth hum.