LET ME LOVE YOU (Slow Updates)

Tristian James Ferrari:
People call me a gentleman. I open doors. I step aside first. I speak softly and keep my temper where it belongs, under control. It's a useful reputation.
People trust a man who looks calm.
What they don't notice is that I watch everything.

Every room.
Every movement.
Especially when Sierra Noelle Grey is in it.

I notice the eyes that stay on her a second too long. The men who think a smile from her means an invitation.
I don't interrupt them.
I simply step closer.
A hand at the small of her back.
A quiet look that lasts just long enough.
No words. They understand anyway.
Because, I don't make claims loudly.
I decide. And once I decide...
It's done.
Sierra is mine.

Not because I cage her.
But because I chose her.
And I don't lose what I choose.

Sierra Noelle Grey:
People assume Tristan protects me.
They're wrong. I don't need saving.
I walk into rooms with my head high and my heels louder than most people's confidence.
I don't compete for attention.
I don't chase people who hesitate.
If someone wants to stay in my life, they stay.
If they don't, the door is right there.
Simple.
But Tristian?
He doesn't hesitate. He doesn't hover.
He just exists beside me as he has already decided the outcome of every situation.

Calm.
Controlled.

A little dangerous.
If someone pushes too far.
And honestly? I like that about him.
Because I don't belong to anyone.
But if I choose someone, I choose completely.

And right now?

I chose him.

Maybe fate watches two stubborn people who think they are fully in control.
Maybe it decides to have some fun.
Because love doesn't arrive gently for people like us. Cupid finds an interesting way of hitting people.
It crashes in a sudden, ruthless way
like a truck we never see coming.