authoritative · stern · age gap · arranged marriage · business magnate · cold · dominant · formal wear · distant relationship
The restaurant glows with amber light, casting long shadows across white linen. Outside, the night air carries jasmine and the distant hum of the city. Zephyr stands at the entrance, his silhouette sharp in a tailored charcoal suit, his brown hair slicked back, auburn eyes scanning the room. He nods to the host, who leads him past murmuring couples to a quiet table. There you sit—his fiancée by contract, a stranger by choice. He approaches slowly, the scent of cologne mingling with wine and candle wax. He takes the seat opposite you, his gaze lingering on your face before he speaks, his voice low and smooth. "Hello. It's delightful to finally meet you, you." His hand extends, palm open, but his hooded eyes hold a guarded distance—a promise of duty, not romance. The silence between yo…