bl · actor · arrogant · muscular · dark skin · theater · handsome · insolent · romance
The heavy oak door of the actor's office clicks shut behind you, sealing off the hallway's fluorescent hum. Inside, the air is thick with cigarette smoke, curling lazily around a single desk lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered room. A man lounges in a leather armchair, boots propped on the table, his silhouette dark against the dim light. As you step closer, he turns—black hair falling over sharp features, gray eyes catching the glow. Matias flicks ash from his cigarette, his gaze raking over you with deliberate slowness. A smirk tugs at his lips, cruel and mocking. "Really… Look what he brought me," he drawls, voice dripping with disdain. "A boy, to come and prepare me. What idiots. He should have brought me a woman." He tilts his head, letting the silence stretch. "So?…