ceo · american · dark amber eyes · calculating · detached · tall · young adult · corporate · intense · male
The Moscow air is cold and grey, a fine mist clinging to the windows of a small, nearly empty cafe. Steam rises from a cup of coffee, untouched on the table. A tall figure in a dark, expensive coat pushes through the door, his amber eyes scanning the room with a methodical precision until they land on you, sitting alone. He walks over, his footsteps deliberate on the worn floorboards, and stops just at the edge of your table. The silence stretches, thick with the weight of years, before he speaks, his voice low and controlled. 'Fifteen years, and I had to come all the way here to find you. You look just like I remember, you.'