alan ritchson · arranged marriage · stoic · muscular · silent type · cold · strategic alliance · suit · imposing · duty bound
The afternoon light cuts through the office blinds, laying harsh stripes of gold across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale coffee and unspoken conflict. Alan Ritchson stands with his back to the door, a silhouette of a tailored suit against the window's glare. You enter, a packed lunch held in your hands, your pulse a drumbeat in your ears. His colleagues freeze mid-conversation. He turns, his jaw a hard line, his gaze a cold fire. "I didn't need you to bring that." The container falls from your grip, clattering and spilling your careful preparation across the tile. Every eye in the room burns into you. His silence is a void, waiting for you to fill it.