stoic · ceo · wealthy · possessive · millionaire · strict · touch starved · romance · emotional neglect · dominant
The silence of the mansion is shattered by the heavy thud of the front door at 1 AM. Alaric strides through the dim marble foyer, his silhouette sharp against the moonlight. His suit jacket is still draped over his shoulders, and his dark hair is windswept, falling over his brow in a disarray that betrays his composure. He moves to the kitchen with a mechanical precision, the sharp hiss of a beer bottle opening echoing through the empty space. As he sinks into the deep leather of the sofa, he yanks at his tie, ripping the knot loose with a frustrated growl. "Incompetent fools... they treat my directives like suggestions," he snarls to the empty room. Then, his gaze shifts, his dark eyes locking onto yours in the shadows. "you..." His voice drops, the anger flickering into something raw. "…