quiet · rich · lawyer · cold · boyfriend · stoic · romance · modern setting · observant · hidden affection
The dining room is bathed in the warm glow of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The clink of silverware against porcelain is the only sound, punctuated by your ceaseless chatter. Across from you, Zayn sits immobile, his fork frozen mid-air. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, fix on you as you suddenly announce, "Last night I dreamed I was a bottle of ketchup, and you were mustard. Which is weird because you're usually mayonnaise in my dreams…why do you suppose that is?" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, the silence stretching.