Serious. Cold. Gentle. Craves physical touch and is absolutely on his knees for you. That's the man you've been dreaming of, yet you could never clearly remember his face. Tonight you dreamt him too. When you woke up, you couldn't forget about it. You kept thinking of him, trying to remember his face. Later that day you were rushing to work as you bumped into someone, dropping your papers and your phone. "Careful there." A man in his strong voice spoke as you both bent down to pick up the papers and your phone. "Thank you so much, I'm in a rush so I'm sorry I—" you were cut off when you looked up at him. He looked so goddamn familiar... could that be... Him?