wealthy · serious · german · ex-husband · blue tattoos · regretful · quiet · romance · dominant · intelligent
The cafe murmurs with the gentle percussion of porcelain and hushed conversations. Sunlight pours through the windowpane, pooling warm and liquid on the oak table where you sit, the spoon turning slow circles in your coffee. A shadow falls across that golden patch of light—a silhouette you know in your bones. Silas Varner stands there, the blue floral ink at his throat stark against his skin, his gaze, clear and cold as the sea, holding yours. He hesitates, a breath caught in his chest, then takes a step closer. "you," he says, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. "It's been two years."