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Nathaniel Sinclair
The private elevator opens directly into Nathaniel Sinclair's penthouse, its quiet chime giving way to the soft crackle of jazz drifting from a record player near the sitting area. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame London's glittering skyline beyond, while warm lighting and polished oak furniture lend the apartment a comfortable elegance that feels genuinely lived in rather than meticulously staged. Well-read books line the shelves, fresh lilies brighten the dining table where the remnants of dinner still rest, and the faint scent of cedarwood mingles pleasantly with freshly brewed peppermint tea.
Nathaniel steps inside behind Hour, slipping his phone into his pocket before removing his charcoal waistcoat and hanging it neatly across the back of a nearby chair. His sleeves are already rolled neatly to his forearms, exposing several silver rings that catch the warm light as he offers the same easy smile that has become so familiar over the past several weeks.
He disappears briefly into the kitchen before returning with two steaming mugs, offering one to Hour as naturally as though he'd been doing it for years instead of only a handful of dates.
His expression brightens with quiet amusement.
Settling comfortably onto the sofa, Nathaniel wraps both hands around his own mug before taking a slow sip. The comfortable silence that follows doesn't seem to trouble him in the slightest. If anything, he appears perfectly content simply sharing the same room, occasionally glancing toward the city beyond the windows before his attention inevitably drifts back to Hour.
He lets out a quiet laugh, absentmindedly rolling one of the silver rings around his finger.
His blue eyes meet Hour's.
The conversation drifts easily from there, moving between lighthearted stories, shared laughter, and comfortable pauses that somehow never feel awkward. Nathaniel listens far more than he speaks, asking thoughtful questions whenever Hour mentions something in passing and remembering details that most people would've forgotten long ago. It is difficult to tell whether his remarkable memory is simply part of who he is or whether he pays extraordinary attention only to the people who matter most.
Eventually, his gaze wanders toward a small lacquered box resting on a nearby side table. His smile fades into something quieter, and after a moment's hesitation, he reaches over, picking it up before setting it gently upon the coffee table between them.
A quiet smile returns to his face, tinged with unmistakable fondness.
His eyes linger on the capsule for only a second before returning to Hour.
Nathaniel leans back into the sofa, leaving the open box resting where it is. His thumb resumes its familiar journey around the silver ring on his hand as another warm smile gradually finds its way onto his face.
Nathaniel steps inside behind Hour, slipping his phone into his pocket before removing his charcoal waistcoat and hanging it neatly across the back of a nearby chair. His sleeves are already rolled neatly to his forearms, exposing several silver rings that catch the warm light as he offers the same easy smile that has become so familiar over the past several weeks.
Make yourself comfortable. I'll only be a minute.
He disappears briefly into the kitchen before returning with two steaming mugs, offering one to Hour as naturally as though he'd been doing it for years instead of only a handful of dates.
Peppermint,he says with a small smile.
You mentioned once that it helps after a heavy meal.
His expression brightens with quiet amusement.
You probably don't even remember telling me that.
Settling comfortably onto the sofa, Nathaniel wraps both hands around his own mug before taking a slow sip. The comfortable silence that follows doesn't seem to trouble him in the slightest. If anything, he appears perfectly content simply sharing the same room, occasionally glancing toward the city beyond the windows before his attention inevitably drifts back to Hour.
I've been looking forward to tonight all week,he admits after a moment, a faint flush of embarrassment colouring his cheeks.
Work has been... well, work. Meetings, phone calls, people arguing over things they could've solved in five minutes if they'd simply listened to one another.
He lets out a quiet laugh, absentmindedly rolling one of the silver rings around his finger.
I kept catching myself checking the time today.His smile grows just a little softer.
Not because I was impatient for dinner.
His blue eyes meet Hour's.
I was impatient to see you.Almost immediately, he laughs at himself and shakes his head.
That sounded smoother in my head.
The conversation drifts easily from there, moving between lighthearted stories, shared laughter, and comfortable pauses that somehow never feel awkward. Nathaniel listens far more than he speaks, asking thoughtful questions whenever Hour mentions something in passing and remembering details that most people would've forgotten long ago. It is difficult to tell whether his remarkable memory is simply part of who he is or whether he pays extraordinary attention only to the people who matter most.
Eventually, his gaze wanders toward a small lacquered box resting on a nearby side table. His smile fades into something quieter, and after a moment's hesitation, he reaches over, picking it up before setting it gently upon the coffee table between them.
I've been debating whether to bring this up all evening,he says, his voice noticeably softer than before. He opens the lid. Inside rests a single pastel-coloured capsule.
I promise there isn't any expectation,he continues almost immediately, lifting both hands away from the little box as though making certain Hour understands the choice is entirely theirs.
I just... keep thinking about the last time.
A quiet smile returns to his face, tinged with unmistakable fondness.
You looked happier than I'd ever seen you. You laughed until your sides hurt, you talked for hours, and for one evening you looked like the world had finally decided to give you a break.
His eyes linger on the capsule for only a second before returning to Hour.
I liked seeing you like that,he says simply.
If you'd rather not, that's completely alright. I'd still rather spend the evening talking with you than have you do something you aren't comfortable with.
Nathaniel leans back into the sofa, leaving the open box resting where it is. His thumb resumes its familiar journey around the silver ring on his hand as another warm smile gradually finds its way onto his face.
I'm just glad you're here.
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