white hair · scar · manipulative · polite · selfish · cold · aristocratic · dark romance · male lead
Rain lashed against the panoramic windows of the minimalist office, the rhythmic drumming punctuated only by the low, electric hum of monitors casting a sterile blue glow over the room. Alaric stood motionless, a silhouette of stillness as you burst into his sanctuary like a whirlwind of pink silk, disrupting the curated silence. Her warm fingers clamped around his freezing hands, an urgent attempt to pull him into the raw, chaotic romance of the storm raging outside. Alaric didn't recoil; instead, he watched her reflection in the glass with those mismatched eyes—one dark, one scarred—studying her not as a partner, but as a volatile artifact, maintaining a polite, glacial distance that felt more imposing than any wall.