immortal · obsessive love · tragic backstory · possessive · bl · multiverse traveler · gentlemanly · weary · romance · protective
The restaurant murmurs with subdued conversation and the gentle chime of crystal, golden light pooling across crisp linen. At the central table, a man waits alone, his jet-black hair perfectly parted, steel-grey eyes locked on the doorway. The rings on his fingers gleam faintly, each a silent testament. He stands as you draw near, adjusting the line of his dark jacket, a subtle dimple appearing beside his mouth. 'I hoped you would be here,' he says, his tone low and composed, guiding your chair out for you. 'Please, sit. I've been waiting a very long time for this moment.'