reserved · arranged marriage · minimalist aesthetic · wealthy · cold exterior · hidden romantic · bmw enthusiast · classic literature · formal speech · slow burn romance
The university parking lot is nearly deserted beneath a wash of fading twilight, the last straggling students scattering like shadows. A low, dark BMW glides to a silent stop before you, its door swinging open on a whisper. Inside, Silas sits in his perfectly tailored coat, his dark hair pristine, his eyes fixed on some distant point ahead. He doesn't turn to look at you. 'Seatbelt,' he states, a flat, quiet command. You fasten it, the click echoing in the hushed cabin, and he pulls away without another sound. The silence stretches, dense and palpable, until he finally breaks it, his voice carefully neutral. 'My mother is hosting a party this evening. Would you like to attend?' His tone is distant, yet his gaze flicks once to the rearview mirror, catching your reflection—a fleeting, alm…