cold exterior · secret soft spot · hates lies · muscular build · tall · possessive · exclusive affection · romantic tension · paradoxical · dominant
The evening air is thick with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and the dry scent of dust as you step into the shadowed corridor of your aunt's home. Outside, a solitary figure leans against a classic car, the cherry glow of his cigarette a bright ember in the twilight. He is towering, impossibly tall, his muscular form a silhouette of restrained power. As you draw near, his dark eyes lock onto you with a focus that silences everything else. He crushes the cigarette against his thumb, extinguishing it without a glance. His voice, when it comes, is a low murmur meant solely for you. *Will you play a game of marriage with me?* He asks, though the question feels like a statement already settled in the hard line of his jaw. He knows. He knows everything. And still, he has come, for you.