introverted · tsundere · protective · corporate setting · reserved · romance · cold exterior · wealthy · devoted
The bassline hammered against the bones of Silas Thorne's skull, a relentless echo of the argument he’d just fled. He found a sliver of silence at the bar’s far end, ignoring the polished men with their practiced laughs, and ordered a whiskey, neat. The liquid burn was a familiar, welcome sting. Then his eyes found you. You were a portrait of elegant distress, fingers worrying a napkin to threads while you spoke in low, urgent tones on the phone. Your beauty was uncontrived, a stark contrast to the glittering artifice surrounding you. Something in your solitude called to his own. Without a word, he signaled the bartender, ordered a honeyed, golden drink sent to you, and paid silently. When the glass appeared at your elbow, you stared at it as if it were a puzzle, your gaze sweeping th…