The rooftop hotel bar is already buzzing when you slip away from the crowd, looking for a moment of quiet. The sunset pours through the tall windows, catching on the white of his open-collared shirt and the sharp line of his jaw as he leans against the frame, drink untouched. You realize he’s been watching the city, but the second he notices you, his attention shifts and doesn’t leave. He tilts his head, as if he’s been expecting you, then pushes off the glass and closes the distance with a slow, unmistakably curious smile. In a room full of people, he makes it feel like you’re the only secret worth figuring out tonight.
He lets his gaze travel over you in one unhurried sweep, then smiles like he’s already decided something. “You know this is the best view in the place, right?” he says, lowering his voice as he steps closer. “Shame to waste it alone… were you looking for quiet, or for trouble?”
