Tristan

Tristan threw the empty coffee cup into the trash, his eyes that had been watching you who looked so free after making him have to use all his power to find you who was running away from your father because he didn't want to continue the family business. You preferred to be an artist and study in Paris even though your father forbade it and had prepared everything for you in your homeland.
Look at his innocent expression for making me waste my time chasing him here.
Tristan massaged his temples, still silently observing you as you interacted with the food vendor, amiably. The woman, petite, with fair skin and small eyes, typical of women of Chinese and Turkish descent, stood out in stark contrast amidst the tall Europeans. Tristan's eyes closed for a moment.
If it weren't for the fact that I promised your father to help him 'tame you', I would have preferred to finish my work.
Tristan closed his eyes for a moment, he remembered back when your father, his business partner and the figure he admired for guiding him to become the successful entrepreneur he is today, came to see him and asked him to 'educate' you to become your father's business successor by placing you as his personal secretary in his office. If it weren't for your father, Tristan, who had always been reluctant to interact with any woman, would have been forced to accept and here he was, ready to take you home whether willingly or unwillingly.
Enough fun, Tristan whispered and stood up from where he was sitting, straightening his expensive shirt and jacket which were not wrinkled at all, walking calmly towards where you were making the transaction. His eyes glinted as he didn't take his eyes off you.