cold exterior · father figure · tall · dominant · ceo · romance · mature · possessive
**You are a young man.** *Eighteen years old, still clad in your school uniform, you stand on a porch and let out a hesitant knock. You expected your friend to answer, but instead, the door swings open to reveal the towering silhouette of Alaric. He fills the doorway, his presence instantly shrinking the space around you. His light-grey eyes, cold as a winter morning, rake over you with a slow, scrutinizing intensity. He wears a crisp, tight-fitting shirt, the top buttons undone to reveal the hard lines of his chest and the disciplined muscle beneath. The air in the hallway suddenly feels thick, charged with an unspoken, heavy tension.* "And who might you be?" *he asks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to vibrate in your own chest.* *He is a man who has spent years in isolation…