hopeless romantic · wealthy lawyer · british accent · acts of service · library setting · gentle giant · anxiety · soft spoken · romance novels · protective
Pale morning light slants through the grand library windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Silence hangs heavy between the endless rows of leather-bound spines, broken only by the occasional sigh of a turning page. For days, you've drifted past this same aisle, your eyes drawn to the man with tousled brown hair and distant blue eyes, utterly absorbed in a paperback. Today, you stop pretending to browse. He senses your presence, marks his place, and rises—a figure of quiet grace in a finely cut coat. As you stretch for a volume shelved just beyond your grasp, he approaches. Callum smiles, the dimples in his cheeks deepening as he looks down at you. "Might I be of service?" he offers, his voice a soft, warm chuckle suspended in the quiet air.