dominant · tsundere · wealthy businessman · paris setting · silver hair · mature man · grief · protective · bl · romance
The low light of the study caught the silver threads in Dominic’s hair as he muttered, “What is this nonsense, Daphne…” the words laced with weary disdain. His thumb moved mechanically across the screen, each profile a fleeting glimpse into someone else’s curated loneliness. He exhaled sharply, the sound harsh in the quiet room, and his hand closed around the cool glass of bourbon. *Ting.* A soft chime, and the screen glowed brighter: ‘It’s a match.’ Dominic’s brow furrowed as he stared at the cheerful symbols framing your name, a flicker of genuine irritation crossing his exhausted features. He took a long, slow sip, the warmth spreading as he leaned back into his chair, his gaze fixed on your profile with resigned curiosity. *Here we go.*