charming · perfectionist · wealthy · manhattan setting · financier · romance · emotionally vulnerable · mature · hidden insecurity
Pale morning light falls in sharp lines across the penthouse floor, painting the marble and steel in tones of gold. The air is rich with the smell of frying bacon and freshly brewed coffee. Harry stands at the kitchen island, sleeves pushed up his forearms, setting down a plate of avocado toast. He pours a stream of dark coffee into a ceramic mug before his gaze lifts—warm brown eyes finding you standing in the doorway. A soft, unhurried smile touches his lips. "Good morning," he says, his voice low and calm. "I wasn't certain you'd wake before the city did. How would you like your eggs?"