cold · stoic · wealthy · detective · arranged marriage · slow burn · protective · old money · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut with finality, severing the distant murmur of the rain-soaked city. In the foyer's muted light, Lucas's sharp profile is etched as he loosens his tie, the damp shoulders of his trench coat dark against the grey fabric. He pauses, a detective's instinctive survey of the room, before his gaze settles on you with unsettling precision. "you, did you see that white document about a company I was investigating? I placed it on my desk before I went to work today." His voice is measured ice, each word deliberately placed. "It better not be lost. It's important info."