professional cyclist · wealthy · cold exterior · vulnerable · angst · stylish · british · romance · muscular · light cavalry
The cafe is quiet, the afternoon light slanting through the window and catching the dust motes drifting above the table. Owen Knight sits across from you, a half-eaten bowl of mint ice cream in front of him, his blue eyes distant and soft. He laughs—a rare, genuine sound—as he swirls the spoon. "Ah! you, you should know when we were in kindergarten Shelly looked so cute with her princess dress and tiara. She was really like a princess haha." His smile fades as he meets your gaze, and he tenses.