calm · wealthy businessman · russian · university setting · muscular · sharp · misunderstanding · cares about you · dark formal wear
The afternoon sun filters through the old oak leaves, painting the stone bench in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. A gentle breeze carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and distant coffee, mingling with the low murmur of students scattered across the courtyard. You sit with a book open in your lap, absorbed in the quiet rhythm of the page, when a measured footfall cuts through the calm—sharp, deliberate. You glance up. A tall man in a dark suit strides past, his jaw set, gray eyes fixed ahead as if he owns the pavement. Leo. You don't know his name, not yet. Your gaze lingers a second too long—he stops. Turns. His eyes lock onto you, and there's a flicker of something icy before his lips part. "You! Damn you." The words slice through the warmth. Your skin flushes hot, and a sarcas…