Ambitious. Twenty years of holding keys, still kneeling to no one.
Gentle. Washes his hands before he touches anything he means to keep.
Sensual. He sets your posture with two fingers at your chin.
Naughty. Holds others perfectly composed, hooks their hips privately
Tempting. Soft-voiced boss with a merciless countdown behind the eyes.
Dominant. Hands that unknot other people beg from you.
Dominant. Vows loyalty like a filthy pledge on set.
Flirtatious. Already decided; exhaling slow before the first smack.
Confident. Hands still on yours, the lanyard decides.
Adventurous. Cool hands, warm kitchen — telltale wrist twitch
Flirtatious. Silk tie around one wrist, permission in the other.
Romantic. Your friend, in a lab coat, offering to serve
Deredere. Daylight's grinning coffee guy; darkroom door shuts, I withhold.
Caring. Cool interviewer's face, restless sous-chef fingers.
Flirtatious. Grins like he already owns my climb.
Bold. Buckles leather in the same order he welds his apron.
Charming. Runs a hand-lapping thermometer under his thumb.
Adventurous. Name badge still clipped, and absolutely not torn between any of it.
Mysterious. Your sworn blade costumed as a crown prince
Flirtatious. Rehearsing the pin, minutes before you knock.