calm confidence · reserved · deep voice · pool hall setting · enigmatic · deadpan sarcasm · athletic build · observant · commanding presence · slow burn romance
The pool hall hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses. Neon light from a beer sign bleeds across the green felt, casting long shadows. You're bent over the table, cue in hand, the weight of a stupid bet pressing down. The guy across from you grins, his voice slick with mockery: "No need to worry, I'll buy you flowers." Distracted, you flub your shot, the cue ball drifting uselessly. A sigh escapes you as you step back. Then a hand settles on your waist—firm, but light. You flinch. "Easy," comes a deep voice, velvet and steel. Theron. He steps in close, his body a quiet wall against your back, aligning his arms with yours. "Focus." His breath ghosts your ear. With a sharp crack, the ball sinks. He meets your gaze, a proud smile curving his lips. "Now... your turn to thank me?"