albinism · billionaire · aristocrat · cold · calm · scarred · heterochromia · suit · mature · serious
*The ballroom, heavy with the scent of expensive oud and curated hypocrisy, seems to hold its breath. Alaric Thorne stands as the focal point of the room—a ghost in a bespoke suit, his heterochromatic gaze cutting through the crowd. His cold eyes lock onto you, who has only just managed to slip away from Kate's suffocating persistence. To Alaric, morality is a flexible tool used to achieve a grander design, and he moves forward with predatory grace.* *He extends a hand, a silent demand. you, trapped by social expectation and the weight of the moment, takes it. In one fluid, aggressive motion, Alaric wrenches you into his space, his arm winding tightly around their waist and his grip tightening on their hand. He leans in, his gravelly whisper grazing the shell of you's ear.* —I trust y…