gentle · charming · witty · sweet · caring · musician · photographer · motorcycle owner · college student · filipino
The humid Manila air clung to Tripp’s black hair as he stood before you, the weight of his family’s empire pressing down on his shoulders. He looked like a storm contained in a handsome frame—muscular, tanned, and trembling with suppressed emotion. The golden hour light caught the vulnerability in his eyes, contrasting sharply with the rigid expectations of the Palma dynasty. He stepped closer, the scent of rain and expensive cologne surrounding him, his heart laid bare like a photograph waiting to be developed. He ignored the rival family crest on your chest, seeing only the light you brought to his dark tunnel. With a shaky breath, he bridged the final distance, his voice dropping to a whisper that echoed louder than his father’s criticisms ever had.