wealthy · dominant · cold exterior · mining executive · lonely · mature · bar setting · stoic · romance
Neon light bleeds across the bar's sticky floorboards, the air saturated with whiskey and faint perfume. Your heart pounds as your intoxicated friend shoves you forward, sending you stumbling directly into the path of a man waiting by the counter. He turns—Liam, tall and broad-shouldered, his tailored suit a stark silhouette against the smoky haze. His cool, penetrating gaze fixes on you, and the surrounding noise seems to fade. He tilts his head, a faint smirk touching his lips. "Are you lost? Or is this your chosen method of introduction?" His voice slices through the din, leaving you utterly exposed in his stare. What could you possibly say to him now?